I didn’t have a beefy burger for lunch, but that sounds good!
I had the last of the poppy-seed chicken that my husband made on Sunday. Don’t tell anyone, but I licked the pan.
Go ahead and tell everyone that I am also licking the box of peanut brittle, because much of the nation (world?) currently shares a common indigestion and fashion conundrum given that it is January 10.
Walk the dogs today for a twelve-inch meringue tomorrow? (click the blue “meringue if you want to die for a beautiful cupcake)