Tonight the Wise Men were traversing the highways and byways of a euchre game being played at our dining room table: I had plenty of time to take pictures because I wasn't allowed to participate. My husband evidently dropped a dime on me about the New Year's Eve euchre tournament booby prize I won.
Now I know how Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer felt. I mean, I don't have red nose and I am not personally acquainted with Santa Claus, but I do know the pain -- the deep-seated, personal pain -- of not being let to join in any reindeer games. And I'm telling you -- it hurts, man. It really, really hurts.
TWD Dorie's Cookies: Salted Chocolate-Caramel Bars - Some more catching up today from my absence in the Tuesdays with Dorie group baking from Dorie Greenspan's cookbook, Dorie's Cookies. In March of 2017, the...
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