Nascent French onion soup.
Lemon-raspberry shortbread with funny hats, courtesy of the Princess and her bestie.
Settled for the evening.
Yes. That makes today better.
Caramelising onions for soup, because that’s how damn irritated I still am with today.
CAMOUFLAGE CHONKY BOI, ACTIVATE!
Saint Bialetti, get me through this morning. (I know the mug says tea time, but it’s the only clean one...)
This will either be AMAZING or really, really awful.
Look at this asshole, comfy and snug as if he hasn’t driven me crazy all damn day...
The evil plot thickens.
Still a long way to go.
These bastards are about to become delicious.
This morning my coffee, like an ogre, has layers.
The Princess, enchanted by cake in a mug, displays them prettily upon the counter to entice me and the Little Prince.
I write books. All the time. I can't stop.
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