What Writers Eat on Birthdays (Spoiler: Cake!) I was born August 28th, so yesterday was my birthday. I celebrated all month (including a two-trip adventure to the Bureau of
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a hundred times more. If hubby didn’t cook, we’d starve. Last night, the #onehundredpercentgoodhusband made pork tenderloin with pomegranate. It was luscious.