Gave out our church worship band CD at Pure Worship conference.
They were gone by lunch :)
*Bonus pointless information alert! Those pictures of us were taken in the car in the drive through of the Chick-fil-A we visited on our honeymoon :)
The polka dots from Saint Pattys day were horribly chipping. I thought pink leopard would be a good next step.
See that pile? Now imagine picking them up one by one out of fear of smudging these babies.
And smudging one anyways…
Many a newly polished nail sin has been forgiven by clear coat.
So yesterday I made buns.
Today I ate one.
Oh my. Enough said.
I like hash browns, tater tots, and french fries, but I can’t stand mashed potatoes… But ladies, when your doe-eyed husband pleads for smelly mashed potatoes, you better deliver!
I have no certified “potato masher” but I do have a food processor.
A word of advice? Go out and buy a potato masher. It may be a bit more work (seems that way but I’ll never know) but its the correct way to do it and I don’t need to get into why (or show evidence with photos)…
Another word of advice? When experimenting with disliked qualities, add bacon. Easy peasy bacon squeezy.
I used two potatoes, a boat load of salt, some garlic, a handful of chedder and an egg.
Steamed them babies until “fork tender”
Processed it all.
Layered cooked bacon and potato mush into a ramekin with a convenient ziplock.
And cooked em for about a half hour at 350 degrees.
Added parsley flakes for “pizazz”
Husband=full and happy
Wife=daring and pleased
Were you surprised? I mean there was bacon in it after all.
So apparently yesterday was national puppy day.
Let the admiring begin:
Stubbornly not getting in… Cup half full photo op instead.
Last years Valentines pillow this years puppy bed.
This is how we ride.