RecipeMuncher

How I miss thee. My metabolic depression is soon to be over with. Well, a kind of forced - kind of intentional hibernation it’s been. Because I’ve avoided creating new tummy pleasures, my tummy in turn gave me the lesson in form of a duodenal ulcer. Furious a bit, he gurgled ; “You will, promise me, to keep you happier - to make me happier. Feed me no caviar, no flipping white truffles or name of which you can’t even pronounce let alone digest. You’re gonna have to (...)