i've been thinking for days about what i'll take to a family reunion this saturday. i'm blaming it on the pregnancy hormones 'cause my usual m.o. is all about grabbing some chips and two-liters on the way. but no, this time, i'm looking through cookbooks for good casserole recipes and pie recipes and bread recipes.
i need something that won't taste yucky if it's not still really warm when it's eaten. there's one really good-sounding recipe called "taco bake casserole," with layers of cream cheese and taco-seasoned hamburger and salsa and velveeta. jesus. one serving is probably a billion calories.
i think i'm gonna make this strawberry pie with a graham-cracker crust and whipped cream mixed with eagle-brand milk stuff, covered in fresh strawberry slices. i love that one and haven't made it in years.
sometimes i think i'm losing my mind. and then i remember that i can't remember the last time i actually had it.