…how different R and I are.
Making hash browns:
I could stop just after this photo alone.
Unless the skillet being used is round, there is no way a circle would be formed by my own accord. If anything, it would be rectangle in this case.
The flipping is a most serious endeavor. Split perfectly down the middle with a careful flick of the wrist.
And when it does not flip neatly and nicely, a hurried adjustment to the original shape.
Whatever, just plop it onto my plate please.
We spent two days last weekend getting R’s brother married and I needed four days to recuperate. Seems I forget how big I am!