Apparently, Badger and I live in a parallel universe, because I tried to make Cuban Granny Panties tonight with the exact same results (and the exact same replacement meal) that she had.
'the fuck, man? What did I do wrong?
Please note: This blog is dragging itself out of the dark abyss of pish and crawling insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.