Can't post much now - the Boy Wonder is in the grip of serious GI distress which has laid waste to anything resembling a schedule or to-do list.


Hopefully I'll get back into the blogging swing of things within a day or two. When I do, I need to tell you about the weekend's three failures: the beer can chicken that sort-of wasn't, the chocolate chip cookies that NO ONE ATE (this may be a first in the history of mankind) and the butterscotch sauce that separated. This last is probably the most painful me - all that processing heat, the lost jar lids, the wasted ingredients. Kills me, I tell you.