I just made chicken stock->chicken noodle soup from scratch and homemade bread and completely forgot to take a picture before I woofed it down with my dad and sister.
It’s been that kind of day. (Who am I kidding; it’s been that kind of two weeks.)
It was pretty much a miracle that I made it home; I almost died/got kidnapped/cussed somebody out more than once between school-the store-and home. I didn’t do any of those things. But I came pretty close.
So instead of a picture of a steamy bowl of soup (made to battle an icky cold I seem to be getting), you get a stolen-from-cindy’s-facebook picture from senior trip of me and my “stepford wives” dress (far left). It’s hard to tell in this picture, but the dress really is stepford-ish (we had watched that movie earlier in the week, remember that, girls?)
Did I tell you that at the Christmas party, I was accused of being a Stepford Wife? I decided to take it as a compliment..and I think tonight’s menu would have confirmed Erin’s opinion.