This past Sunday, I celebrated another birthday. Another year older, uggggghhhh!!!! I know, I know, “Well, Marta, think about the alternative. You could be dead.” Yes, I could. I could be dead. That actually wouldn’t be all that terrible because then I wouldn’t have to listen to people say that. I jest. Death isn’t cool. Living is what I want…
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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….
