No. 1 is 23
Twenty three years ago on this day I had thirty-some staples in my abdomen, a horrific spinal headache, and a brand new baby girl. Today we celebrated Brooke’s 23rd birthday. As is the case with most everything involving Brooke, how she chose to spend her birthday was somewhat atypical. The day began by her making a batch of molasses cookies – not for herself, but for the rest of us. I learned that the last thing that a pastry chef…