And now I have very odd mental images floating around in my head. Wonderful.
And by “wonderful,” clearing I mean “damn.”
Actually, Tucker took Friday off and I can’t get anything done when he’s hanging around; he expects me to pay attention to him or something.
I made Easter Egg Bread for the first time day before yesterday; I decided to make it the day before Easter in case I sucked at it. Good thing I planned on making two braids since the first was gone before Saturday night.
I left my notebook in the kitchen and find I’m much too lazy to go retrieve it so you’ll have to wait for the recipe until tomorrow but I promise it’s not a difficult one and the hardest part is getting the eggs to snuggle into the braid.
They’re raw eggs, by the way. They cook with the bread. I thought that was pretty cool.
I made the bread, roasted a chicken and made Thyme and Bacon Potatoes and tossed together a giblet gravy at the end. Just thinking about last night’s dinner makes me sick to my stomach.
Not because it was horrible but because I ate too much and my stomach is protecting itself from further abuse.