Burnt Butter Biscuits. Buttery, nutty, and perfect with a cup of tea while writing reports. If only there was time to actually bake them!
To the people who say 'just you wait...' I am not waiting. That time will never come. I don't believe in prophecy, and I think, for what it's worth, you're wrong.
It's guaranteed, most of my runs, especially the longer ones, involve thinking about cake.
The Husband and I are rekindling our love of the TV series The West Wing.
It's a cake of family memories. And gin. It is full of heart. Just the way it should be.
Well, what do you know. Actual words. Written, edited (a little) and published. The pull to write never left. The words float in my head. But time is key. The world has pulled in
We all hover on the edges, was my answer. Some of us want to be in the thick of it. Some of us not so much. The trick is to find your space and
The husband looked a little frightened when I commented I may make some macrame plant hangers, as I clicked through pinterest, pinning all the best ones.
It's been a quiet break. Home days. Reading. Baking. Watching movies.
Over the past 6 weeks there have been three birthdays and an anniversary in our house. That means, among other things, cake. While I am no master cake maker, I do love having a