Buns. Biscuits. Brownies.
Some of you were a little peeved that I live in a world where I can drink milkshakes and wear shortshorts in early April. I live in Southern California… we don’t have real winter… or spring, or fall. We have real summers. Does that count?
Wait… I’m not making this apology any better. Forget the part about the endless summer. That’s dumb. Nobody likes that.
Since some of you are still suffering with cold and wet and windy and snowy, I thought I’d share some comfort food with you.
This is me caring about you. And I’m not wearing shorts right now. I swear. I promise. I’m totally wearing pants. Warm pants and socks and a scarf. Oh! Umbrella too, just in case something crazy goes down in my house.