So, what is that in the trunk of the car we rented during our North Carolina vacation? It is every single disposable grocery bag Boy#2 had collected since he moved into his apartment there more than three years ago.
No, I am not kidding.
His place seemed twice as large once we took them all to the Kroger recycling bin.
Husband's big question of the week was whether I'm going to change the paragraph on my blog template that describes me as "fifty-something." Sad trombone accompanies my decision that I probably will.
Then this morning, after I had sent a sheetcake to his meeting last night, one of the participants texted him that it was delicious--"it's one of my favorites and always reminds me of my beloved aunt."
That description has talcum powder sprinkled all over it.
Finally a blurb worth blurbing!
In my Dessert Disasterpalooza over the last few weeks, I needed egg yolks for the chocolate filling of the German Chocolate pies. I'm kind of a klutz when it comes to separating eggs, so I tried this method:
I wasn't brave enough to try the six-eggs-in-ten-seconds brag from the video, but maybe next time I will.
A dozen eggwhite-free thumbs way, way up.