Except make tapioca pudding.
And eat it.
See this fantastic picture I took after I made it? I just felt like going the extra mile in case any boys happen to be looking for a domesticated crafty wife and stumbled across my blog. I even made the table design, grew the mint, and picked the cherries.
Joke. I did't take that picture.
See! I can't say anything sarcastic with out clarifying myself. I hate it. It ruins it. I'm going to stop. From now on, please know that 85% of what I say is a joke and the other 20% is unfortunately me just being cookoo.
Another joke.
curses.
2 comments:
So, where is it? Where is this delicious tapioca? I saw the pan you cooked it in, saw the bowl you mixed it in, cleaned up where your brothers ate at the table and wiped some tapioca off their chairs, but I never actually saw the tapioca, much less ate some. Hmmm. Fishy! What I'm saying is...you didn't save me any!
Love, Mum
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