Thoughts of dinner are what got me through the day at school. I lectured on the Holocaust all day and had to sit through the same depressing (to put it mildly) video footage four times. Add to that a surprise ARD meeting...let's just say the good times, they did not roll. At least I haven't had any Holocaust deniers in class to deal with in the last several years. I'm bringing myself down here...the gumbo was deeeelicious! My sous chef had almost all of the chop work done for me when I walked in the door.
As I was swirling around trying to get the tummy yummies ready, this warning caught my eye. I still can't decide what's more hilarious/disturbing--the non-edible baby itself, or that the non-edible baby is shoved inside a cake! Which, by the way, it is not. Poor little thing is taped to the top of the box. I had to jam the little non-edible sucker into the cake myself.
And guess who was king of Mardi Gras--
She was not pleased to find out that means she has to have the party and bring the king cake next year. But rules are rules.
And now the bonzai has a new good luck piece--
I think I'm going to give up non-edible babies for Lent. And late night king cake snacking.
Love your gumbo . . love your blog. I never know if this gets to you. Love you. karon
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