upon eating the gourmet peanut butter and jelly slamwhich dinner I whipped up tonight for Mary and myself:
Mary: "Mom, this tastes like duck bread" (you know the cheap, leftover frozen pieces of bread I keep to take to the park).
Me: "Well, Mary, daddy is gone tonight and he hasn't made any bread this week. We just have to suck it up and eat store bought bread."
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I love it. I hope my children become equally "spoiled" by good quality, homemade food.
A husband who keeps freshly baked bread in the house! Sounds great!
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