Next time I suggest that I might use some phyllo dough to make anything other than a torn buttery mess, someone please take me out back and *
a few more slow deep breaths
explain to me that I would probably rather invite James Dobson over and ask for parenting tips. It would be more calming than my feeble attempts at creating family “dessert night” since we eat dinner in the car on Tuesdays.
We wound up with a lovely crispy plate of phyllo which we crumbled over apple pie filling. Kevin said it was the best part of his day. All’s well that eat’s well, right?
*in a previous life, I said, “someone take me out back and shoot me please,” with some frequency.
