I felt the urge to bake this weekend. I guess it is my version of cabin fever. Now that spring is right around the corner I have a burning desire to whip up sweet treats. Or maybe it is because Christmas is so far in my rear-view mirror that I can justify baking again?
It started out as any other Sunday. Jamie and I were planning out our meals for the week, and we were getting ready to spend another fabulous day in the kitchen. Then Jamie made a suggestion to make some home-made hamburgers for dinner. This was a great idea, since we haven’t had home-made burgers since Super Bowl Sunday when Jamie whipped up a batch of sliders.
