I cooked lunch and Tyrant ate every bite on his plate without pretending to gag once. What a missed opportunity.
Yes, I’m still cooking. And yes, I finally messed up.
The delicious staple of my diet that does not ever get boring or lose its ability to fill me up.
Alas, even though this one was more tan in color, Marlo wouldn’t touch it. More for me!
Another cold night, another warm soup. One day I’m going to make a stellar sister wife.
I may not come up with the recipes, but I can follow directions and wield a mean wooden spoon.
DING DONG. KNOCK KNOCK. PALEO FANATIC AT YOUR DOOR. I can see you hiding behind your coat rack. Open up so I can throw away your gluten.
This week’s link roundup.
No, Paleolithic humans did not have slow cookers. I beat you to your zinger, TYRANT.
I think my mother put my immune system on the prayer list in the temple.