Mitchell and I made biscuits and gravy this morning! But not just any biscuits: Tetris biscuits! Or, as Mitchell called them, shapes biscuits. He loved helping. So much so that he stole the rest of my cookie cutters and began handing them out like presents. But not to “Baby Margaret” (yes, that’s still happening), because she bites.
I have to say, the biscuits were darn good, but I found myself speaking in a bit of a southern accent since it was a Paula Deen recipe. Threw Mitchell for a loop.
Trying to fit all the biscuits on the Khan was just a cruel reminder that I suck at Tetris, though. Thanks, Aunt Brooke. I know that was your passive aggressive intention!