I Plan To Marry a Chef

As my close friends, and also not-so-close-friends, know, I am an awful cook. Terrible, preposterous. All that jazz. 

Hence the title of this post. (No, I do not have a chef in mind.)

I’m only slightly kidding, everyone. When I am situationally forced to cook something other than bread (you can’t cook toast, DUH), pasta, and eggs, I believe that I shall rise to the occasion.

But for now, I enjoy taking pictures of, and eating, food.

Today’s dessert was Sarah-made cupcakes, with a little help in decorating from yours truly.

Just thought I’d share that snippet of my life with ya! Happy Labour Day, kids!