I emptied out my storage unit last weekend but I needed arm strength from three of my guy friends.
Moving always has the custom of treating those to delicious food in exchange for help with the annoying task.
I emptied out my storage unit last weekend but I needed arm strength from three of my guy friends.
Moving always has the custom of treating those to delicious food in exchange for help with the annoying task.
I had Christmas with my F3 again this year and I received some beer, wine and fancy chocolate.
One of them is the monstrous peanut butter cup pictured above and the other was something called a coconut fantasy (essentially a glorified, dense Mounds bar) which isn’t pictured because I ate it already.
As another part of the holiday season, I made a Scandinavian treat called saffron buns.
These buns are from a cookbook called “The Swedish table” by Helen Henderson.
I walked into work at the start of the Christmas season to a break room with eight kinds of cookies.
I had a little too many for breakfast, but that didn’t stop me from more cookies in the Christmas future. Continue Reading