Tonight was 'fend for yourself' night at our place. Papa Bear had re-heats while I implemented my killer culinary skills.
Father: Peanut butter and honey toast, hey? Isn't that what beavers eat?
Me: Not sure, but I suddenly remembered this recipe and thought I better get some practice making my own dinner!
And before you even ask, yes, in my world putting different spreads together counts as a recipe. Tomorrow dad leaves for his first ever, much deserved Euro holiday. And no, I have no clue how I'll survive on two weeks of beaver toast, baked beans and Mi Goreng but I think it's about time I bloody well learnt.