So I've been on a cooking binge. Not helping the waistline any. At all. Last night I made the decision to never bake again. I made a pan of biscuits. Real biscuits that you roll and cut out. I should know by now that baking and I do not get along. Normally I make drop biscuits and they are usually pretty good. Expect me to knead, roll and cut? Total disaster. Anything with yeast...it's the kiss of death. Hockey pucks are softer and lighter. Ugh.
Today I made homemade potato chips to go with our grilled ham and pepper jack cheese sandwiches. Used the mandoline. Note to self: There's a reason it comes with a vegetable holder. Took off the tip of my thumb and part of my nail. At the same spot that I hit the space bar. Dang it. I was emailing Sheri, typing as fast as I could and screaming on the inside every time I hit the space bar. Bleeding for over an hour. Dang.
Tomorrow might be a good day to eat out.