It all started when I heard Mr. N was coming over for our joint birthday party. Mom was busy in the kitchen making pupcakes.
The smell alone was driving me crazy. Anticipation was building..
There was a knock on the door and there he was–let the party begin!
Let me tell you, it didn’t take long to made short work of those pupcakes.
So, what’s all this about ‘stuffing’?
Or, maybe it really should be called ‘de-stuffing’.
Note from Mom: No stuffing was harmed in the process–it quickly found a new home in the trash.