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Saturday, May 28, 2011

I burned a fritter

Just like Mama would have done, the difference being that Mama had a kitchen full of excitement and I had a Twitter feed.

We might also say that I burnt that fritter, but only if we are thinking Down East or north of the border.

Now, I gotta find me a bunch of syrup or something. A big mess of figs would be about right, but the house is devoid of figgery products. No honey either.

And people think I'm spoiled. Spoilt too.

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