It's no secret that I hate rain. I seriously HATE rain.
One, it wets everything. UGH.
Two it muds.. UGH UGH... I am a fluffy white dog, MUD is NOT for me...
Three, did I mention it wets everything? Including me!!!!
So I have decided to make the best of it. I told momma this is a bake day.
I have been trying to inspire her. She muttered something about unpacking one or two boxes, I said nahhhh... make something delicious. I am lobbying. She took one bite of sfogliatelle and said: "Maybe".
Daddy I am gently pushing her to bake something like cream puffs. Maybe the salted caramel cream puffs??? But if I succeed, you need to give me credit and my fair share. Not just a mere lick.
After all, so far she is talking stuff like seed bread...[ I am not a bird!!!!]
Well I am settling into my observation post in the kitchen. So far I am seeing a pot of stock being made,
Let's see how far that goes.
Does anyone have the digits for Mother Nature? I need to call her and have a chat. I need Spring here, now, pronto!!!