Really? I won't be doing this one, as my mother hated cooking, said so often, and was a fan of the "Snackin' Cake" (it even came with it's own pan to bake it in) and the overcooked peas, fried pork chops and canned veg. The smell of the steamed broccoli alone was vile- so let's not relive those particular memories.
In other news, I have been struggling with TMJ, and finally went to see the doc for some anti-inflammatories. Hopefully this will settle in a week or so, but I have been out of commission in terms of knitting and doing most things.
EMMA BRIDGEWATER!!!!! Sheep!!!! The one on the left from my sister is Scottish Blackface and on the right is the Jacob from my buddy. I can't take it. Now, I really need a huge kitchen dresser to put all my treasures in. Oh, and maybe a house large enough to have one.
Say Tea is the nicest place ever.
In the official cat department- Miss Mew sent this: