You know you’re onto something when your typically smart-ass brother walks in the door and says, “What smells good?”
I wish I could tell you how they smelled…but I can’t smell anything. My senses are disabled. I’m sick. With what, I don’t know. But when I’m sick, I cook…for other people. I can’t taste a darn thing either.
And yes, I named these. Can you tell? Read More
