Let me start this post by saying that the word “roll” has lost all meaning to me. It looks all wrong and I can’t even tell if I’m spelling it correctly anymore. Have you ever done that with a word? Looked at it too much and it suddenly becomes meaningless? It happens a lot to me, but never with “roll” before. It’s usually “lunch” or “basketball”. But seriously, say the word “lunch” over and over and over. WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?! Okay, “roll” has come back to me, so let’s roll out.
Last night my darling omnivore, Jerri (or as I fondly refer to her, Jerr Bear, Baby Girl, or even more cleverly, BG), and I made dinner from scratch. I was flying by the seat of my pants. Spices and vegetables were soaring hither thither around the room and my Baby Girl, bless her, was along for the whole ride. A dedicated co-pilot of the kitchen, she was. This is how it all came about. (more…)