After burning my lunch (twice now!) because of my phone’s elaborate alarm system (which I often fail to grasp) it gave me the excuse to visit Fishs Eddy and purchase this adorable little chicken timer. Love love love Fishs Eddy store. Unfortunately I walked out of the place with way more than a chicken timer…
If you don’t know…a cook I am not. Which probably explains why I take photos of a chicken timer on top of a gas burning stove.
the art of aging
Cook or not Sunshine, whatever you do is (A+) OK with me because I know you have LOTS of other talents…:) GH