(Ann Adamus has executed it once more – the proper card for these stressed occasions. Merci, Ann, as all the time in your style and expertise.)
Effectively, mama is making soup to chase away this climate and he or she says that every thing however the kitchen sink goes into it…I feel for instance, a soupçon of Yuku zest!
Hmm…surprise if that sink will FIT in her pot?
Unsure of those anthro feedback in any respect and the place they arrive from.
Cease gazing that pot, mama.
A watched pot by no means boils, haha.
Under, one other view of the identical soup begun yesterday, even higher in the present day. Mama and papa added a pinch of scorching pepper, too, and mama sprinkles her with parmesan, of which I get a soupçon, haha.
