(Yes, I know it's a little late; I've been sick.)
I have just one thing to say about it:
The Man made me scones.
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- Scone
- Mountain West, United States
- This is not my beautiful house... This is not my beautiful life...
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- The Man (TM) = My husband
- #1 Son = TM's son by his first wife, Satan; currently residing in Hades
- Pirate Boy = My first surviving baby, smart and wildly emotional
- Punkin Boy = Our youngest prodigy, a vivacious and imaginitive pseudo-redhead
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2 comments:
They were whole wheat scones.
Honey butter was present, and I was pretty proud of the way it turned out (creamy and sweet!)
Glad you appreciated them.
Good Man
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