Should I be Concerned or Flattered?
Rob has taken to photographing my cooking. Is it because he thinks I'm almost through that phase? Does he know something I don't? Maybe he thinks I'm going to lose an arm and want to look back fondly on the days when I could cook (and type on a qwerty keyboard, for that matter). This was tonight's punt: pear and gruyere pizza with caramelized onions. Dinner was delayed while he found the camera.
And the beknighted pie. Now that was the last time!
And the beknighted pie. Now that was the last time!
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Do you remember Dad's comment when I said I'd rather make cake because it stayed around longer for the amount of effort? "That should tell you something!"
Maybe next time you could make a cobbler and just lay the crust on top . . . ? (I hope that sounded helpful rather than nagful.)