A few days into the sugar-free adventure, I did not find great joy. When karate-chopping the burnt edges off my food in anger, I figured the episode was induced by sugar withdrawal. My poor husband stood there, quietly watching me from a distance. I suspect he contemplated making a run for it, but it was only a pizza cutter: the risk was minimal. Not pretty. Not pretty at all.
This is a new favorite. It is an upscale version of the egg in the basket recipe. Those that know me, … More