Oh my. I must make these. (But not from a box mix.)
Yum! I'm going to have to try those. (However, I will represent for Team Box Mix.)
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh my. I must make these. (But not from a box mix.)
Yum! I'm going to have to try those. (However, I will represent for Team Box Mix.)
Steph, we will represent together.
I cannot get into my webmail - grrr.
Oh, my god. Not enough coffee in the WORLD, even though I went to bed early and have dosed myself with Sudafed.
Zappos has my boots on a Fedex truck right now. Suck on it, Macy's!
Speaking of baking from not-scratch, these apple dumplings are really really REALLY good. And easy.
(Warning: reading the recipe is annoying, because the cook rambles and rambles and rambles. But the results are worth it.)
Huh. For some reason I'm really hungry. Is it lunchtime yet?
(Warning: reading the recipe is annoying, because the cook rambles and rambles and rambles. But the results are worth it.)
Now I'm imagining the cook is Grampa Simpson. In which case the results would not be worth it....
Is it lunchtime yet?
NO. Hmph. I just had a bowl of instant oatmeal to stave off my hunger.
Huh. For some reason I'm really hungry. Is it lunchtime yet?
No. Because I just finished my Egg McMuffin.
(We Toms need to synchronize our stomachs better.)
11 a.m. is close enough to lunchtime for me!
In college, the dining halls started serving lunch at 10:30 a.m., and my friends and I had a horrible habit of being there right when the doors opened. Eating lunch that early inevitably led to us eating dinner at 4:30, like old people.
And that, in turn, led to pizza and other food at 10 p.m., which, in turn, led to the Freshman 15. (Or 25.)