Promises, Promises

Do you ever really pride yourself in something, only to realize later in life that it is, in fact, the one thing at which you consistently fail?  I’d love to say that I pride myself in being a woman of my word.  But I made some promises on my last blog entry that I either am incapable of delivering on, or more accurately, never had intentikns of keeping in the first place.

But I will say this: I tried making cheese.  Twice.  Both times a big, steaming, milky pot of broken dreams.  I can’t figure it out but my mozzarella never turns out.  It’s I’m assuming actually cheese, but it’s crumbly and not really stretchy.   I’ll keep working on it.

In the meantime, the Real Housewives Fantasy League is finally coming to a close.   Jen and I suffered with our draft picks since they were mostly just furniture this season.  Lip-shaped furniture.

Taylor this season on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills

But the race is still on for Chrissy and Deanna and we’re going to make things interesting with the Reunion show.   Maybe do some impersonations?  I LOVE turtles!

Anyway, I have two awesome recipes that I’ve come up with that I will share via poorly written text and horrendous photography…