RecipeMuncher

I have an endearing habit of labeling things. (Or at least, I think it’s endearing, you may find it annoying, in which case, I would label you no-fun-at-all). One of the things I like to label is seasons. It was the spring of my…., it was the summer of my…. It works well, except for that disastrous, “the summer of cleaning out my garage”, which did not (and probably, will not) come to pass. This summer must be labeled, “the summer of pickles”. I have (...)