I'm a Lamb dressed as Mutton. I'm old before my time. There I said it. I'm twenty-one, but quite frankly should be at least forty. I wish I was born in the seventies and lived through the eighties. I wish I could go to bed at 10 o'clock and for it to be acceptable. I wish I didn't have to get up tomorrow. This is a blog about my sad old life, baking, stories and much, much more*. *There really isn't that much more. Sorry.
