Truly don’t know what to write about…

…yeah. It’s 9:30 p.m. on Sunday evening, and I have no inspiration for a blog post. So this one will be really really short and just say this:

I enjoyed breakfast with my family this morning at Cracker Barrel, went grocery shopping afterwards, wrote five pages after a teensy 20-minute power nap, and then cooked a delicious Southern dinner with Robert to celebrate our friend’s birthday. Robert grilled chicken breasts, and I made the mashed potatoes, corn bread, and salad. When we were at Cracker Barrel this morning, I found a corn bread skillet that is already portioned out into triangle slices; Mom bought one for me and one for herself and Lauren. And then I had the genius idea to cook cornbread for dinner.

If you enjoy cornbread but don’t have a way to pre-portion out your cornbread (and you eat it the “right” way–in triangles), then you need this kind of a skillet. Every piece has a crunchy crust. It was wonderfully glorious.

It’s my very first skillet, my very first time cooking in a skillet. And I’d say I did quite well.

And, no. I didn’t wash it with soap. (At least I know that rule, lol.)

Okay, I’ll come back tomorrow with something better. This post was almost entirely just so that I could fulfill my Post A Day challenge requirements. Sorry, folks. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.