I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus recently. A real blogging lull.
I’d apologize, but I’ve truly found it to be a nice break; necessarily making any apology no more than half-hearted. And, though many things, I’m no hypocrite. You see, I foresee the figurative chasm, most-assuredly, worsening before it heals.
It is no secret that I love to bake bread.
One wee gander at my recipe index is all it takes to be convinced of my
The problem lies in the fact that I don’t eat very much bread. I love LOVE it, don’t get me wrong, but I try to limit my intake. As with most super-delicious things in life, for me, eating a slice of homemade bread is like the opening of pandora’s box.
You know what causes me emotional turmoil? Unnecessarily spending hoards of money on things.
I am relentlessly scouring grocery flyers, shopping both virtual and physical sale racks, and looking for discounts upon discounts upon already-clearance-priced items.