It's Friday night.
I'm sitting on the sofa.
To my right is the dog. Gabby.
To my left is Mr. D
I need a life.
I finished making cheesecake bars. This was a test. They failed.
Taste = Good.
Work = Putzy.
I'm not a fan of dipping things in chocolate.
They look a little better (and taste better) with chocolate drizzled over the top instead of dunked.
Mr. D assisted with the process. We quickly abandoned the process and started pouring chocolate on whatever we could find.
I'm counting on the kids and Mr. D eating all this chocolate and saving me from myself.