... I just choose not to.
After a solid 1.5 years without having to cook, I showed off my culinary skills of baking desserts to an audience of 3.
Dad (who's jaw dropped to the floor), Mom (who of course had to tell me everything I was doing wrong), and Anna (just the worthless basset hound hanging around in case I dropped something).
Seriously folks, this event is more rare than seeing a wild mongoose tap dancing on broadway so I had to take a picture as evidence that I do occasionally wander into the kitchen every now and then.
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