It's been cold and I love to crank the oven with baked goods on these occasions. You know what else I like? Finding a few bananas on the counter past their point of eating natural. Also, save the peels for other plants that need a little food of their own. All the gooey goodness from the inside of these skins is going to be stuffed in bread.
Raspbery jam may be the best part of my holiday baking. As I made haste to the kitchen to get my mixing on I pondered the ways the dough should carry this jam: sandwiched, stuffed, or dipped.
The evening was almost a total wash due to the storms. I had planned dining waterside and having cocktails beforehand. Instead, I ended up securing plants and lanterns that might have become a projectile because of the severe winds at 70 MPH.
My little dobie is still recuperating so she needs to stay out of the sweltering sun and inside.
Say the word s'more and you may find yourself surrounded by a small gathering in a outdoor casual setting rather fast. After all, who doesn't have the simple ingredients stashed away in the pantry waiting for the right occasion. In our backyard at the edge of the tree line a small scattering of the bright yellow fairies begin to show themselves as dusk falls. Fireflies to me are the charm of a summer night.
Attending the family reunion was a regular occurrence in the summer where I grew up. There was a phrase that brought relief to every kid and parent within ear shot of 200 yards, "Who's ready for a swim?" All of us could envision the shade, rafts and rope swings.
