Slow news day, so y'all get a picture of Luke putting away the left-over mashed potatoes from our Sunday dinner.
But, it should be noted that today I finally made a decent roast beef dinner. My mom is a master roast beef cooker, but sadly I did not get that gene. My skills in this department are learned, not inherited, and it has taken me nearly 19 years of marriage to arrive at this point. Also, lots of bouillon cubes.
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Seriously. And just when I think I have it down, I make a terrible chewy roast and tasteless gravy. How does she do it EVERY TIME?
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