Back from the Quinceanera. When it was over, we celebrated Rafaela’s birthday. There was cake, but I gave mine to James. He said it tasted like waffles. The choir ate almost all my bean salad and said they liked it.
I need to get some fish out of the freezer to cook for supper, because the bean salad was supposed to be my next two meals. I didn’t think people would like it!