last night i made homeade applesauce. i'm just getting ready to pull out homemade banana bread from the oven.
who am i?
i've had this urge recently to cook and make and create...i think it's some sort of psychological game i'm playing on john's stomach so that he'll say to quit work forever and just stay home to be a domestic goddess. only, i'm not aware of it.
whatever. i haven't even TRIED the applesauce. or the banana bread. i struggle even spelling banana (and have to use gwen stefani as a reference every single time). if you don't see or hear from me in the next day or two, blame the food. it probably killed me.