This happened many years ago, but my heart still skips a beat when I recall that story. It’s true, one minute we’re rolling fettuccine and poaching eggs and the next my daughter Isabella is whispering, “Mom the liquor inspector is here.”
When my daughter was very young, my friend Pamela bought her a large heart-shaped cookie cutter. Use this to cut her toast in the shape of hearts, she said. At first I thought it was quite silly...toast in the shape of a heart?
So there I am sitting between my 80 year-old mother and her sister, my aunt. And I’m teaching them about Instagram. Already we're starting to laugh at the entire situation–and the fact that both of them are speaking Low German, is in itself a killer.