Thanks for the compliment:)

When I was younger I went to “The Ranch” (the land where my grandpa grew up that “belongs to all of my great grandmothers grand-fathers defendants”) in a visit and they had just killed a cow for dinner.

I wanted a burrito, and one of my “aunts” went outside, lifted a flap of skin off the cow and cut some strips of beef and made me lunch. It was the grossest most awesomest, most yucky most delicious burrito I had ever had.

Good thing your daughter has a great advocate. One of these days, I’m gonna get around to making my own bread like you do.