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.
"Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?"
~Hal Borland
September 22nd, 2006 at 12:37 am
That’s great! Look forward to see the photos