We pigged out closing year. Who may want to blame us? natural failures. guy-made failures. The looming risk of nuclear battle. We poured ourselves every other glass—or maybe bottle—of wine after every push alert, wakened the next morning to a presidential tweetstorm, and, oh fuck it, ordered the pancakes.
It's no surprise 2017 became a massive 12 months for comfort food. (Google's most-searched recipe: red meat stroganoff.) We have been a state searching for break out. And someway, we made it thru.
seems delicious !!!
nice post!!!