It has been such smooth sailing around here that I have not had much need of cursing. Until today when I’ve been trying to upload pictures to flickr and it. is. not. working. I had finished a couple more paper cuttings and I got a postcard assignment that I was going to share. Maybe another day. The postcard assignment is from five and a half. And I ran across this gorgeous bit of papercutting at skinny laminx, so you can go there for actual pictures. If you stay here your only going to hear more whining and cursing. It might be a carry over from last night when I made homemade, FROM SCRATCH, brownies, lovingly served on china plates and then got to hear the food critics of the Basham household make scathing comments about the above mentioned brownies. “The cinammon is overpowering the chocolate Mom.” “There isn’t enought frosting.” “Seriously Mom the cinammon was a bad idea.” “It tastes like it came from a box, only worse.” Okay those were the comments, but they each ate at least two servings. Which reminds me; this was a conversation heard here about a week ago at 9:00 p.m.
“Can’t you just make a cake or something?”
As if I am the &%##!! kitchen fairy who magically makes sweet and savory deliciousness with the tap of my wand. Hah, this cooking thing takes blood, sweat, tears, oven burns, risk of finger loss from the big knife, etc.