Husband is dead, kids are grown, what's next for our potty mouthed heroine?
Holy Moly, Batgirl, can I be invited to your next dinner party?!
fucking drool- i'm aaaaall over this.
I try my best to avoid recipes like that, but I'm always happy to go visiti somebody else who doesn't. Those look delicious.
I would dare, if I hadn't spent the last three weeks in the land of fried food and homemade biscuits and gravy. Oh, and don't forget the fried baloney. (mmm)I need to run up and down my stairs a few thousand times before attempting your dazzong donut holes.P.S. Thank you so much for your kind words and prayers.
Oh God, another good food blog I must haunt.
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