This gluten free thing isn’t so bad. I can make my own delicious version of pretty much anything I want but there are days, like today, where I just feel like crying about it. Do you know why? Because I’m pregnant and don’t want to make my own pizza, I want to call some place and say “please bring me a pizza damn it and make it snappy”
I would comfort myself with gluten free banana cake with peanut butter frosting,
but The Hubster decided to eat the last slice… and he drank my last rootbeer.. I think someone is begging to get punched in the kidney.
Hmmm…sounds like the jugular might be more appropriate!
or kicked in the spleen, you know, to mix it up
Mmmmmmmm…that cake sure looks tasty….I think I would have to smack someone upside the head if they ate the last piece.
Oh if you lived closer I would bring you some awesome gluten free pizza buns from a store here (my Aunts friend loves them and took 20+ home when she visited last).
Hubby does he realize what pregnancy hormones can do to a woman??
What a cruel husband.
I think he should make you a gluten-free treat and make it snappy.