Normally, I can make some scrumptious delectables. In my home, I'm known as the Muffin (Wo)Man as I don the traditional red apron and wave my spatula like a madman at whichever miserable soul wanders into the kitchen while the bakelust is upon me.
However, it seems I've lost my touch recently. The last batch of cookies I made turned into a fiasco. The dough was too sticky, the cookies melted into huge flat circles that looked like they got run over by a truck. And somehow the edges burned but the center was still undone. I threw my hands up in despair while the Brother gorged himself on them anyway out of desperation.
I shall go forth on another sally into the kitchen. Perhaps, just maybe, I'll be able to salvage my dignity and reputation.
In other news, I received a pink present from Molly in the mail.
I've spent that last few days shaking it and attempting to divine what could be inside it. My guesses:1. Another scarf (the easiest way to make me happy)
2. A sweater (you know, 'cuzz I'm always cold. Must be because of my icey cold heart.)
3. Some gorgeous headbands made by none other than Molly's cousin (tell her to get an Etsy shop Molly!)
4. A pony.
More later.
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