When I made butter the other day, Cork asked if it was made from breast milk. He wasn't really challenging me, but I know a challenge when I hear one. No one has eaten it. It's just sitting in a dish in the fridge. The picture is deceiving because the glass bowl it's in is really tiny. There's not much there. Maybe I'll feed it to Zia.
I love these two so much. After staying up way too late, they finally crashed.
Sweet Potato Date Muffins
12 years ago
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