I shouldn't complain because Casey did make breakfast for everyone yesterday. But, I am me and I just can't help myself!
I started noticing this a few weeks ago. Casey never cooks the biscuits on the right temperature. We buy the frozen kind and the package says to cook on 375.
Yesterday, he had the oven cranked up to 450! It gave new meaning to the phrase "brown as a biscuit".
I did feel a little bad as I snapped the picture and he said,
"I never complain about your cooking."
Then, I thought, "Maybe you never complain because I follow the cooking directions." To be fair, I am very set in my ways. And I am very happy when he makes breakfast. I would be even happier if the biscuits were cooked on 375, but a brown biscuit is still a good biscuit, I guess!
