After my friend Tee wondered what Willow and I were going to eat for Easter Brunch, before I could say "I'm planning on staying at home and watching Flea Market Flip in my jammies!", she told me what she was cooking! Let's just say we are going over there to eat for Easter!
We might have consumed five thousand calories yesterday (mostly in chips), and before we succumb to the pressure of polishing off the last bits, there could be a better way that beats eating them straight out of the bag.
My kid hates my cooking, even at Thanksgiving. Look, I know my food tastes good. She just has bad taste buds! I don't care what you call 'em, just put some brown sugar and marshmallows on that thang and bake it!