Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Well I'll be a Son of a Biscuit Eating Bulldog

This Sunday I was peeling apart small dough circles with my 3-year-old partner chef. She would mush them down and around.  Creating a clown nose, tongue, and a few regular biscuits. Myself, I made a heart shaped biscuit. This blew Lil Miss. Chef's mind.

I looked like a boss.

Cook,  Wait to cool off,  and luckily chose to observe. I saw what once was a "tongue bigger than Gene Simmon's" looked just like the state of Kentucky. 

A 3-year-old girl one upped me...
How was your weekend?

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