In the name of The Celiac Kid (and sidekick: The Celiac Husband)

It's 1:17 a.m. and I am waiting for french bread to rise while I whip up the Japanese Cheesecakes.

Yep.

I am so in the running for mother-of-the-year. (And for those of you who are wondering, the wife-of-the-year trophy is already sitting in my china cabinet.)

And I haven't even made the bread pudding yet.