The Progeny
We are here....we are here...
Coming to you from Whoville, or as Sharon calls it, her little chicken coop.
Ma sits, typing on Sharon's laptop, incredibly remembering all the skills from when she had to use a laptop during the cold winter of 07/08. But that's another story.
Tonight's tale involves chicken in peanut butter sauce, over noodles. Salad and grapes and soon, VERY SOON, Too Much Chocolate Cake.
An oxymoron, if ever there was one. Can one have a cake that is "too" chocolate?
No indeed.
It is just the thing to perk up two lonely travelers who've dodged semis and smokies all the live long day.
However, this is keeping me away from my chocolate cake, and we can't have that, can we?
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Ma sits, typing on Sharon's laptop, incredibly remembering all the skills from when she had to use a laptop during the cold winter of 07/08. But that's another story.
Tonight's tale involves chicken in peanut butter sauce, over noodles. Salad and grapes and soon, VERY SOON, Too Much Chocolate Cake.
An oxymoron, if ever there was one. Can one have a cake that is "too" chocolate?
No indeed.
It is just the thing to perk up two lonely travelers who've dodged semis and smokies all the live long day.
However, this is keeping me away from my chocolate cake, and we can't have that, can we?
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 8:11 PM
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