(FYI–this used to be part of a longer post that I’ve since divided in half. I’m trying to be a bit more…concise here and there.)
In one of my earlier posts, Peanut Butter and Butter, and What it Taught Me About Presents, I described some of the more…unsuccessful gifts I’ve bought for people. (Not that there’s anything wrong with trophy decorations for the trophyless, Yoda lights, or manly marionettes.)
There was one present this year, however, that I think went quite well.
Buffalo Schnitzel 