Thanksgiving’ed out

I know how it feels, old girl. WORN OUT.
Okay, I have decided what I want for Christmas.  EVERYONE needs to make me this special loaf of bread my sister, master baker (but still Mom’s second favorite) made for me because of the orgasmic sounds I was making after she gave me a slice.

One slice didn’t cut it for me. I ended up eating three VERY large chunks of bread.  Because she loves me like I am her only baby sister, she got up and made me a loaf before I had to leave.  Who does that? Who gets up in the morning and makes bread for their sister? MINE. Because she is not only beautiful, funny, smart…and she loves me.

She sent me the recipe, but the last time she sent me a recipe, I made glue.  No really…Potato soup turns to glue if you make it wrong. I am in fear of making this loaf of bread and ruining the glorious taste forever.  Ya’all need to get to baking though!!  I think I can go MAYBE a week without the goodness that is this bread.

Jeremiah likes it too. I thought if I just gave him a cranberry from the inside, he would hate it. He ate his little bit and said, “MMMMM.” and ended up eating half my slice. I wasn’t too happy about it, but seeing him lick the paper plate when the done, just sealed the deal.  He woke up after his nap with his wet paper plate in hand saying, “Mooooore.”
We are addicted…and you can be too:  CLICK HERE for the goodness.  send me some.