…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!