What do you post in 15 minutes?

Not too much. It's my only time without the kid here, so I can type much faster, but there's not too much time for thinking.

At the moment I am having a dessert crisis. Hubby ate the last piece of cake on Sunday and I haven't had time to fix him anything else since. Yesterday what I was going to fix kind of fizzled, so he had syrup on homemade bread and ice cream. A bizarre combination, but he ate it.

Today I took Ellen in to her Parents As Teachers meeting with the teacher so I didn't have time to fix anything. But I remembered that I had a tub of that cookie dough I bought off of one of the kids from church. I thawed it out, smooshed some of it into a pan and am making brownies out of it.

Maybe I can come up with something more interesting tomorrow to blog about.

Comments

jel said…
just made a homemade applepie,even made the pieshell!

have a happy Thanksgiving!

and please pass that on to the family!
thank u
November 25, 2008 at 3:33 PM
Donna. W said…
My husband has to have something sweet after each meal, too.
November 25, 2008 at 4:19 PM
Calfkeeper said…
jel-yea! good for you. Happy turkey day to you and yours as well.

donna-oh, good. I'm glad I'm not the only one.
November 26, 2008 at 2:34 PM
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