I hate Harry. He makes me so jealous I want to poke him.
I'm so very glad to see your photos, Harry. I missed you so very much! Your meal looks so very nice, as usual.
Your way of speaking to us, when coupled with your photos, makes me feel as if I'm in your kitchen with you, Harry.
I don't feel well tonight. I took a fall on my bike today and I hurt my back, so I didn't feel much like cooking and I'm having to take horrible painkillers and muscle relaxers. Thankfully, Mamma and Carl stepped in and made spaghetti with meatballs, garlic cheese bread, and a salad.
It's not exciting as the sauce came from a jar and the meatballs were frozen and pre-cooked.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. I let everyone down tonight.