Yesterday was a no good, horrible, rotten day. My twins were perfect angels…well, except when the boy-child tried to argue with me about solstices and equinoxes…other than that, they were little cherubs. The Soldier was home early enough for us to eat dinner before heading out to the kids’ troop meetings. I was alive. So, why…
morning casserole
Bananas Foster French Toast
My husband gets mad at me sometimes. It’s typically because I’ve “hidden” some recipe in my “secret recipe box” to “punish” him. Why he thinks I need to punish him like that? Who knows? I have a credit card to do that with. But, he has his conspiracy theories, so I just leave it be….
