Today I was shocked and embarrassed to discover that for thirty-three years (oh my god am I that old?) I have been making cinnamon toast the wrong way. Apparently approach #3, which I have always found to be delicious and fast (and the way my mother taught me to make it.....) is wrong, wrong, wrong. Apparently the cinnamon toast police have spoken. ;)
This isn't half as upsetting as finding out 28 years in that pecan pie is actually one big ass butter tart. That one hurt and I still feel ripped off about all of that lost time.
On the bright side, when I got home from work I was excited to see that there is now some colour in our garden. The bulbs Ava planted with Grandma (thank you!) have started to bloom.
This isn't half as upsetting as finding out 28 years in that pecan pie is actually one big ass butter tart. That one hurt and I still feel ripped off about all of that lost time.
On the bright side, when I got home from work I was excited to see that there is now some colour in our garden. The bulbs Ava planted with Grandma (thank you!) have started to bloom.
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