Wah! Why did Mom and Dad make me wear this stupid hat?
Resorting to some familiar standbys after my multiple failed efforts at baking. Bah! Damn ye Baking Gods!
Pasta warms the soul. Sometimes I think that inside this doughy exterior beats the heart of an Italian. A cholestrol saturated heart of an Italian. This is farmer's market swiss chard. I miss my mutant swiss chard.
The beginnings of French Onion Soup. My eyes! Crying like I was on a Mexican soap opera.
1 comment:
where are the *results* of the french onion soup?
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