I don’t know what to feel first ~ jealousy or lust.
Whatever, this kind of puts my English Onion Soup in the shade. It took me two hours to get that soup to the table. It took my husband about an hour to get these to us. I know which I prefer too. It’s just hard not to feel a little envious of him, you know?
Homemade Eton Mess. He made the meringues, he beat the cream, he made some fancy berry reduction or coulis or whatever it was that made my tummy smile so much on Sunday afternoon. Me? I chopped some onions.
Even Baby Dragon tried to get in on the deliciousness of it all… Much to my horror…
Which brings me to have to face the dilemma of when to start letting him wean…. *Sigh* Why does babyhood slip through our fingers so fast?