The view out the windows when it's either dawn or dusk always draws me, and I get such a compulsion to get an image.
There's an aura of mystery about these two - night is coming, but not yet. And lights are sparkling through the dark.
On the far side of about two towns away from us there's a family style restaurant quite well known in the area. We don't get out that way much at all, but a few years ago we were there at this time of year and I sampled some of their cranberry sherbet (they make their own ice creams) which is only available at this time of the year.
A friend heads out that way for appointments regularly, so I asked him last week if he'd pick me up some for Thanksgiving. He called them, but they said it wouldn't be ready for a month! How could that be? I was quite cast down, until I remembered that I have an ice cream maker. I found a recipe online and was making my holiday dinner plans when he called me today to say I should look on my back step for a package.
He took a chance and stopped by there. This is the most delicious, creamy sherbet I've ever had, and the cranberry flavor is wonderful! Ahhhh. And - it's a whole half-gallon!
I was menu-planning the other day - I keep my clipped recipes in a box from work, which previously held catalog cards - and Dolly simply had to insert herself in the box top. She looks kind of weird here, doesn't she? Like a grouchy Cheshire cat with an almost disembodied appearance. So, that's my
I have a long shelf in my bedroom which runs the length of a wall; I keep fabric on it. About twice a year I have to throw it all down on the floor, refold it and get it back up there neatly. It's time to do it again.
I blurred it on purpose; it looks much more palatable that way. Almost circus-y.
Thanks again to Leila.