Health. This spring cold is really sticking in my craw. It would nice to be able to breathe through my nose one of these days.
Ever since I got this bundt pan, I’ve been bundt mad. Just add it to my list of diagnoses; at least the cure is an easy one – MORE BUNDTS.
The burden of the faux-Shepherd’s pie was more than one man could bear.
<weeeooooeeeeoooo> That’s my rendition of a spaceship noise. <ooooweeee>
I know I said I would do this last night.
I have an after-hours work thingy tonight, so lamb curry Smackdown tomorrow.
Okay, fine, so technically I’m not ANY kind of mom. Whatever, let’s move on.
I am left uninspired. And hungry.