Well, dang. I'm laying in bed, about to fall asleep and I remember...BLOG.
You'd think after 115 days I'd remember earlier than right now. So much for making habits.
I scrolled through my phone photos to see if I took any snapshots today so that I could quickly blog on my phone instead of hooking up the whole camera-computer thing.
And this is what I've got. I'm a little proud and a little embarrassed to admit that I take photos of recipes from cookbooks and magazines that I have no intention of buying. It's much quicker than that time I texted myself 50 times to relay a complete orange sticky bun recipe so I wouldn't have to buy the 15 pound America's Test Kitchen cookbook at the Barnes and Noble in Union Square.
I took this picture from the Family Circle at the dentist office. I was reading it while sitting with Lauren, who was getting a root canal. It was a rough, rough time. I won't go into gory details, but she got through it and I'm proud of her.
Anyway, I feel like I just told y'all one of my dirty little secrets. It is probably the most boring dirty little secret you've ever heard...but, still. I'm on a major lemon poppy seed kick. I couldn't
help myself!
I'm rather dull, I think. Better get on to sleep.
Thursday, May 13
116/365
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
that's funny, texting a recipe to yourself.
Mom
I think I want the rose garden apron, but I kinda wanna wait til they all come out. But then I want to buy it now so I can say I own the first one. Gosh, this is tough.
I miss the Whites!
Love,
Landy
Post a Comment