
My fridge...well, my fridge - my nemesis for so long - has been mostly ignored since I went back to work full time, and now that I'm on maternity leave again, can only be described visually. Like so:
There. Now you've had the full experience.
You're welcome.
Back to my goat: You know what's in this pile?
I finally know what's in my fridge again, and it ain't stink lines.
Now I can stop holding my breath when I make supper. Excellent. The baby will like that.
This time last year: The Bread That Shall Not Be Named: Recipe Three