I was watching Martha Stewart roll out a scone and talk about the rolling pin she bought in France while on her honeymoon. Isn't she super fancy pants.
Me?
I have not been to France, nor have I picked up a baking utensil with instant allure and culture. I have my trusty wooden spoon that I picked up on an early morning excursion to the Glendale Target on a weekend at the galleria a few years ago.
This is real life.
Sauces, batters, stew, BOOZE, and everything else doesn't even know what hit it when confronted by my wooden spoon. I can depend on it and it can depend on me.
Do you have one? No? Go get one. From Target. You can tell them I sent you.
Cheers!
*i
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