Running out of sugar was the catastrophe of the century, still being out meant I'd been bamboozled by the weather, it happens. Never being planned on is the first thing I'd recommend getting over, should running out of sugar continue to be a trend, because when it comes straight down to it, you and sugar are friends. We both have always known that.
Ordinarily, I'd be so pleased that Christmas came off without a hitch, overly abundant if you ask me, which you didn't and don't plan to. Because when birthdays rolled around and I turned 40, so dang blasted happy I am who I am today, just saying. Cooking the birthday cake up was my plan and I executed it, unbelievable chocolate cake paired with can't believe 3 sticks of butter can be whipped into infinite bliss like that, I mean licking the cake platter clean is a compliment?! Whatever.
Being out of sugar is no big deal after that cake really. Nothing matters except that gourmet salads can become the norm in everyone's kitchens, I mean how easy. I still have half a butternut squash on my mind however, ready to be diced practically pea-sized, gotta disguise them with the black beans somehow. I mean it's 3 cloves of garlic, an onion, ol' jalapeño, and a teaspoon each of cumin and chili powder.
Red enchilada sauce everywhere, eight corn tortillas, a cup of Monterey Jack with jalapeños, I'll make it tomorrow. Probably gonna do some prep work tonight, a little dicing, some examining my conscience for ingredients that inspire. Can't take a green and red pepper for granted, it'd be a shame to forget diced ham fully expecting split pea everything. You've seen the movie, been to grocery stores, you smile. See, we're alike in every which way, some are just hoarding the arrogant pile.
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