Loaves and Fishes
The boyos and I had a lovely sushi dinner last night. Declan’s proclamation: “This is the best good treat, Mommy.” I couldn’t agree more.
No, I’m not feeding my children raw fish, much as they beg for it. They stick to the California Rolls, Unagi and miso soup.
This morning I had to burp the bread.
Get your mind out of the gutter!
I’m talking about the bags of Amish Friendship Bread.
They were ready to explode. The first one still had that yummy, eat-me-now flavor, with an added sweetness. It smelled like a donut shop.
The other one now smells like some of the homeless folks who frequent all-night donut shops.
I’m dubbing it the Evil Twin.
I think the CHUD folks got a hold of some of this stuff.
Maybe I’ll make it into bread anyway. Give it to people I don’t like…not any of you, of course. To you I give nothing but Amish friendship, sweet and dreamy. Yum.