A San Francisco mother chronicles her reluctant obsession with making dinner for her family.
Glue guns and sippy cups required.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Cutting the cheese
Gross title, I know. But that is what I did today. What do you do when you have to bring a macaroni and cheese dish to a function and the only time you have to make this dish is when your toddler is napping? You cut the mold off the cheese and declare it good to go. My grandmother would have been proud (just don't tell anyone that I did this).