This weekend I went out to western Mass. overnight for a friend's bachelorette party, and returned with precious little voice. This was mostly on account of my having been sick (I'm currently host to a roving virus that's been making a leisurely tour of my body over the past week, wreaking havoc everywhere it goes -- latest stop, my larynx) but the nonstop gabbing and laughing, the wine, and the dip in the outdoor hot tub probably didn't help either.
In any case, yesterday afternoon when I got home, I was in search of an activity that would require minimal talking on my part. Play-dough was one option. We've made some of our own recently, and the girls have enjoyed the process of making it and then "cooking" with it afteward -- shoving it into measuring cups, mashing it with the potato masher, stabbing it with spoons. But yesterday, they were very emphatic about the fact that they did not want to play with play-dough, but they did want to cook. I was not feeling ambitious enough to undertake an actual cooking project with them, and so, Ice Cookery was born!
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