…and then there’s the day when I actually blow up six eggs because I forget to turn the burner off. Eggs explode!
…and the cool morning when I think a cup of hot milk will warm me but I head out to the garden, forgetful once again, and that night I spend an hour scraping out my little metal milk pot…
…and the croutons. Things just wouldn’t be all that glorious if we didn’t have our moments of loss and burnt toast.
Hope your day is filled with the Bright Side of Things, friends!
(Not charred croutons…)
The Woman and the Wheat 
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Some days are like that. Sigh… coming to your blog makes me want to bake bread. :>
I thought about microwaving eggs in the shell before, but thought better of it, I realized they would explode. How would I explain THAT to Val?
I set a burger on fire with salad dressing once. It was amazing. It just burst into flames right there in the pan. Almost like magic, but from the wrong kind of fairy.
Her hee. Thanks for sharing 🙂