By now you should know that I can’t cook. I literally had to google “how to boil eggs” for my deviled eggs disaster. But if there’s one thing I can make, it’s pasta. Cook pasta, pour sauce over it and voila. I fancied it up with zucchini and fried chicken pieces. One to make it healthier and the other because I’m a fatty. But I can’t take all the credit. I invited my biffle, (Best friends for life = BFFL = biffle, ahh get it? okay back to the post) Tina, to teach me how to cook but apparently she doesn’t really know either. So together we created this masterpiece:
Okay so it was mostly her doing, I had to leave her halfway through our cooking adventure to drive my mama to work. We later went shopping where I bought an American flag sweater that I won’t shut up about.
—
My second biffle date of the week this time with Alison, (I can have more than one biffle! Don’t judge me!) who’s probably the only person who reads this blog because she has no life, was at the Punk Rock Flea Market. That was the longest most poorly written sentence yet.
They have lots of cool dealies there like handmade crafts and secondhand clothes. I ended up with some clothes, soap, gotta have my soap, and ice cream! Chocolate salt malt, just as delicious as it sounds, maybe even more so.
