If my head wasn’t screwed on…
I just made a luscious looking batch of Farmgirl’s Blueberry Breakfast Bars with the blues we picked at my brother-in-laws place. I added some toasted, slivered almonds and some toasted, ground flax seed to the top and bottom crust, and doubled the nutmeg. They’re cooling right now and I’m thinking I’ll make up a batch of vanilla ice cream with the new ice cream maker the kids got from Aunt Jen, Uncle Vin, and Violet for their birthday.
Photos later.
I’m just glad I didn’t decide to make cookies because I can’t find the cooling racks anywhere. I wonder if they’re at the old house still? Along with 50% of our stuff.
Maude.
"In summer we live out of doors, and have only impulses and feelings, which are all for action, and must wait commonly for the stillness and longer nights of autumn and winter before any thought will subside; we are sensible that behind the rustling leaves, and the stacks of grain, and the bare clusters of the grape, there is the field of a wholly new life, which no man has lived; that even this earth was made for more mysterious and nobler inhabitants than men and women. In the hues of October sunsets, we see the portals to other mansions than those which we occupy."
~Henry David Thoreau
September 22nd, 2006 at 12:37 am
That’s great! Look forward to see the photos