Kiss the Cook

So this whole cooking thing. It's a struggle. Plus I have to make sure my baby brother, who is almost 18 and should know how to fend for himself but doesn't, eats enough to survive.

On Thursday evening, I had put what I wanted to be chilli in my crockpot and was very excited to come home to what was supposed to be chilli. It was soup. And my brother managed to make really good accompanying garlic toast. I had to laugh about this.

But I managed to turn out a really good pasta, making the sauce by scratch today. Sometimes I impress myself.

Keep your fingers crossed on the baked apples...

                                  Remember, smiles are contagious.