...and I find myself once again in Bear Lake, Michigan, drinking Diet Mountain Dew on my landlord's front porch with a mild breeze caressing my water-soft skin in 78 degrees of sunshine. Wednesday has been designated as my night to cook so, as I patiently wait for the dough to rise, I'm typing a bit here.
We have Rold Gold pretzel rods and expensive Tostitos cheese-like dip to munch on, I just put a huge pizza in the oven, and still I look in the cupboard and fantasize about how good the Kraft Extreme Cheese Explosion with Bigger Shapes! macaroni and cheese will taste next to my pizza. I have issues; Lord have mercy.