The first time I ever baked a batch of cookies entirely on my own was when I was twenty-six years old. How pathetic is that? I baked a pie for the very first time earlier this year. The new house came with a garden which came with lots and lots of rhubarb. I didn't know what to do with it, but didn't want to waste it, so I decided to try making a strawberry-rhubarb pie. Surprisingly, it came out really well.
The boyfriend and I usually eat out several nights a week. This is hard on both the wallet and the waistline. I'd like to limit going out to maybe once or twice a week. I also think I would enjoy it more if I did it less often. Right now I am attempting to make some sweet potato fries, which really aren't fries at all. I cut up a sweet potato (I had no idea they would so difficult to cut!), brushed it with some olive oil, added some sea salt and ground pepper, and have it baking in the oven for 30-35 minutes. I guess we'll find out shortly if it is a success or a disaster.
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