Without a doubt smooth, rich, creamy chocolate. Preferably in mousse form with a dollop of fresh whipped cream and a bit of caramel. Great, now I need one, thanks a lot.
I love cookbooks especially ones with beautiful photographs of the recipes. Clean Start Cookbook is my latest obsession. Oh wait, Chicka Chicka Boom Boom is quite fun and my daughter loves it when I read it in a funny voice.
I’m ridiculously afraid of heights. I’m talking freeze up on top of a jungle gym afraid, so it would have to be the sharks. We’re in a cage, right?
Healing Hands would be amazing.
My dad decided to install a bigger porta-potty for the family camper just before we left on a two week trip. I was the lucky one who got to test it first. Well, there I was minding my own business, so to speak, and we took a turn. The porta-potty shot off the stand like a rocket with me on it. Yep, you guessed it! We suddenly had a blue slip-n-slide down the linoleum. Not necessarily my favorite memory, but certainly one of the funniest!
Daddy Long Legs or Rolly Pollies, how can you not like them with those names? And Daddy long legs eat bugs, keeps down on the house work. Or, on second thought…1956 Alfa Romeo Spyder, red with black interior.
Fuzzy Poo…Don’t ask.
Blood Chocolate Pudding. Real Blood…Once, never again.
Shoes, oh wait I already am.
Retire young at heart and split my time between different continents and truly experience and embrace the local cultures and cuisine.