lauralot89:As I reread Batgirl for about the thousandth time...

lauralot89:

As I reread Batgirl for about the thousandth time while making strawberry muffins, two thoughts occur to me:

1.  How many hours was Mrs. Gordon over there to make all those baked goods?  And what was Alysia doing during that time, apart from staring in horror?

2.  I really need to try cranberry banana muffins.  They sound delicious.

Heh.

It’s interesting how many of the average family’s interactions revolve around food. For some, it’s the only social time they spend together. Mothers pass on recipes to daughters like the wisdom of the matriarchy, dads teach their sons to make perfect burgers on the grill.  Food is constantly being used as gift, medicine, consolation prize, bribe, reward, on and on…

I swear, I know some people who only seem to communicate through food.

I think Barbara, Sr. is trying to recapture something here, trying to make up for something she knows she didn’t give Barbara as a kid. So in this case, it’s food as absolution, as time travel.

I find their relationship to be equal parts pain and hope.

Also, Alysia was probably afraid to go in the kitchen once the ingredients started flying.  ;)