It’s Friday night.
I’m sitting on the sofa.
To my right is the dog. Gabby.
To my left is Mr. D
I need a life.
Earlier tonight:
I finished making cheesecake bars. This was a test. They failed.
Taste = Good.
Work = Putzy.
I’m not a fan of dipping things in chocolate.
They look a little better (and taste better) with chocolate drizzled over the top instead of dunked.
Mr. D assisted with the process. We quickly abandoned the process and started pouring chocolate on whatever we could find.
Like raisins
strawberries
pecans
and Oreos.
I’m counting on the kids and Mr. D eating all this chocolate and saving me from myself.
