My manimal (Hubby), and some of his cousins and their kids had a camping weekend. Each was assigned different food goodies to bring, and they were going to cook over an open flame. Hubby even took spices! I laughed. I mean, yeah, right. Hubby doesn’t even butter his own toast. I have to do it.
Well my manimal returned from the wilds Sunday afternoon, smelling like smoky barbecue potato chips (as the smell of the camp fire permeates everything, from clothes, to skin and hair… I’m going to have a lot of laundry over the next few days 
). After I sent him to get de-fumigated, he delighted in showing me his many pictures as proof of their culinary prowess. Shock of shocks, they made a pretty fine cake! In the freakin’ forest!!!
). After I sent him to get de-fumigated, he delighted in showing me his many pictures as proof of their culinary prowess. Shock of shocks, they made a pretty fine cake! In the freakin’ forest!!!Oh no! I may be out of a job soon!!! If these GI Joe wannabes are making cakes, and damn good looking ones at that, all I have left is my pretty face and fluttery eye lashes! What’s a girl to do???
