This is what my refrigerator looks like right. this. second.
Yogurt. Pasta. Cheese.
Five pounds of butter.
Beurre, en francais.
Thank you, Ree . I'm addicted.
I was doing soooo good for soooo long.
And now I, too, Jiggle.
It is so worth it.
(remind me that I said that, will you? something tells me I'll need it one of these days...)
To counteract all of that butter.
And behind them,
No. I'm not pregnant.
I promise to take a photo of this refrigerator one week from now.
It will look remarkably different.
The butter will be gone.
The fruit will be brown.
It's how the west was won.