We need to talk.
I know – it’s never good when someone says those words. But I promise this isn’t what it looks like. I was just playing around in the kitchen, drinking wine with Liz, innocently baking cupcakes for Aliera’s birthday, and it just happened. I didn’t mean to cause any harm, but now? I’m not sure I can go back to living life the way I did before.
Hi there. Happy Not-Monday.
We went to the Universal theme parks in Orlando this past weekend. It was a blast and a half. The weather wasn’t too cold nor was it too warm. It was the Goldilocks of theme park weather. I totally geeked out over The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. And The Hulk? Still my favorite roller coaster, but more on that another time.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It’s been a bazillion days since my last confession… But then again, I’m not Catholic. I’m just the kind of person that puts bacon in cinnamon rolls. I’ve been told that makes me the Devil.
You know what I love about quiche? It’s acceptable for every meal.
Breakfast? Sure, I’ll make a quiche.
Brunch? Quiche, it is!
Lunch? Quiche sounds lovely.
Dinner? Man, I could go for some quiche.
You guys knew this would happen.
I couldn’t even check in on Foursquare last night without arousing some suspicion.
I couldn’t keep making sweet bacon treats. You knew there had to be something savory in here eventually. Plus, it wouldn’t be Bacon Week without some butter-laden, Southern dish to clog your arteries. Seriously, with the amount of butter I’ve gone through recently, I really should change my last name to “Deen”. Devon Deen. Nevermind. I don’t really like the sound of that.