I don't understand how I'm so horrible at cooking. I remember helping my mom cook and bake when I was little, and she's a wonderful cook. My brother is even better, and no one seems to have taught him. Even my dad can throw together a decent tasting meal, and he will literally eat anything.
Doesn't that look awesome?! Shan, I want this for my birthday, please. We both know I'll never be able to create this myself. Sorry you'll have to find strawberries in December...
Currently Reading: The Ballad of the Whiskey Robber
Number of Days til Europe: 9
Number of Bikes Ridden: 0
Number of Blondies Consumed (this week): 4