It never really occured to me, but when I incessantly whined to the mister about the dilemma I was in;– I had my largest order over the last weekend, hence I had to reserve my resources, so to speak;– I knew that I was addicted to
baking. Don’t get me wrong; other than the upsize in bills and waistline, I don’t see anything I should be ashamed of.
While I was still rapt in thoughts, the mister distracted me with a suggestion to cook for a change. An idea that would have (...)
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