Well, it's Sunday and I have to work a weird shift: 2 - 7. Five hours means I don't get a lunch, but I will take a break where I will snack upon one of my cinnamon rolls. One thing different about this recipe is that before baking, you pour a cup of heavy cream over the pan which forms a gooey, tasty sauce in the bottom of the pan. Simply scrumptious.
I've been hitting the treadmill regularly, choosing jogs (though I walk) in major cities. There is a great one through Central Park, and yesterday I was in the UK... London, to be precise. Filmed a while back, no one is in masks. The walk in the park? A lot of people are wearing masks. Yesterday I hit a speed of 2 miles per hour without holding onto the side rails. I was very pleased.
Biggie's booboo belly has been replaced with the most odious gas that's so bad you want to leave the room. Of course, being a dog, he thinks his every fart smells like lavender and rose petals.
I also bought myself a Butterball turkey. 17 pounds. That sounds big for just one person and... well, I suppose it is. But the dogs will share. They'll get the skin. Remember, most of that bird is going to be frozen for later. The label says all natural without hormones, so I guess they also sell birds with prosthetics that are genderless.