RecipeMuncher

My mother always gives me two birthday cards. This year one of them was a girl sitting down to breakfast pouting with a very disapproving look on her face. This was the best card my mother ever sent, because well, it was me growing up. I am not a morning person as most of you know(a night owl through and through…all my life, even as a kid). I would come down to breakfast and everyone knew they should not talk to me or they would face the wrath of Hurricane Peabody(I am better now but when (...)