Today we took a field trip to another local woodshop that’s a pretty huge operation and learned so much more about the trade, about exotic woods, about routers and planers and joiners and Ben was like a little child in the toy store. He fell hard for mahogany.
And since I only had a bowl of raisin bran for supper tonight, I didn’t feel to guilty about eating roughly half this box of what claims to be ‘pretzel crackers’ but is more likely crack cocaine slathered in butter and salt.
Have you had these before?! SO GOOD!