I have a confession to make.
(deep breath) I bought... biscuits in a can.
I know, I know! I, who can bake artisan bread well enough to make my nose wish it could cry, bought pre-made, store-brand biscuits in a can. It wasn't even Pillsbury! I have angered the Baking Gods, shamed my bread baking ancestors. And my only excuse is... well, standing too long makes the being in my belly angry. And I fear it's toilet-hugging wrath more than I do the Baking Gods, or my ancestors. Take it up with the Wee One! It's not my fault!
... oh, good, I wasn't smote down with a cupcake-scented lightning bolt. Perhaps I can be forgiven.
And now I must go, because my ice cream is melting. And melted ice cream is an even greater sin than biscuits in a can.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
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3 comments:
You crack me up! Ü Don't worry, you're forgiven! I've bought biscuits in a can, cut little holes out of 'em, fried them up, dipped them in cinnamon sugar and passed them off as doughnuts~
Those pictures on the can look sooooo inviting when you're hungry (I see you bought ice cream too!) What's a person to do?
P.S. Have you tried Claire's English muffin recipe for this month's bake yet? They are so fun and easy.
Frieda - That sounds really good, except I had the butter flavored kind. That might have been... odd. LOL
Anet - I actually hate (abhor, wish fervently they did not exist, etc.) English muffins. Andrew and the kids love them, so maybe I'll make them, but I shall avoid putting them anywhere near my mouth.
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