Three frrrriiiicking years til the Winter Olympics. Ain’t it charmin’ to have something so great to look forward to? And I can’t really complain because I didn’t actively try to do anything to stop it. Worse, it’s helping prop up the value of the house….
I taught Keith how to make home made macaroni and cheese. I asked him to boil up some noodles and he did – rather a lot of them – and he watched me assemble the dish, but now, strangely enough, it’s almost all gone. This time I cooked it in the dutch oven, and man, what a difference the little crunchy bits at the edges made to the flavour.
Katie didn’t come home last night. However, I know where she is.