I have a serious obsession with Frankoma Pottery. I know. I know. I am like an eighty year old woman. The only difference is I still won't puffer in public. But I might start chewin tobaccer and all. I kid. I kid. If you are judgin and all.
Anyhoo, I got this piece last Christmas and I have never baked anything in it cause I am scared of messin it up. But tonight? Tonight?
Apple Dumplins were callin my name....at 11 pm. And I was a nervous wreck.
Not over the fact that my thighs might swell up the size of Sequoyah tree trunks, but what if my Frankoma can't handle the heat?
So I paced and fidgeted and worried for 45 minutes.... Until he came home to momma.
Now I am all Frankoma Schmankoma. Apple Dumplin? Hello lover of my soul. Burp.