My H declared yesterday for the first time that I made something that tastes better than his mom's. He worships his mother's cooking, especially her rolls, and it was decreed that the rolls I made yesterday (PW's no knead rolls) were better than his mom's. My celebratory dance involved an Axl Rose-like snake move complete with jitterbug finger wagging. He seems to have forgotten I made these same rolls twice last year, but whatevs. I'll take my victory just the same.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton