My bedroom is a judgement free zone. It smells like regret and shame, in there.
From the Pot Pie??? :stickouttongue:
My bedroom is a judgement free zone. It smells like regret and shame, in there.
From the Pot Pie??? :stickouttongue:
That and the horrific things that go on in there. Not sure why but it smelled like burnt hair and hydraulic fluid, this morning.
Atta boy!
I cheated the day after thanksgiving and made a pseudo pot pie. In the baking dish I baked a roll of biscuits until about 3/4 done. Then piled on the filling, and put another roll of biscuits on top and baked away. It was like a cross between pot pie and turkey and dumplings ala king. It lasted only thru lunch time on Saturday.