This post is long overdue. Those who cook with tantrums know that it doesn't begin and end with cooking. We wake up with tantrums. We ("don't wannaaaaaa!!!!") go to bed with tantrums. We use the bathroom with our tantrums trying so desperately to claw their way through the door that we worry one day they just might. And that just goes for the stubborn ones of us who haven't yet given in to the open door policy. TMI? Yeah. Our entire existence is TMI. Which is why we could use a drink. Or five. Don't judge. ...continue reading "Shandy"