It used to be that every Saturday morning found Audrey poring over a cookbook, or paging through the glossy photos of a cooking magazine. "Baking day!" she would cheerfully announce.
Then my baker grew up, and took a grown-up job at the vet clinic thirty miles from here. She works Saturday mornings, and she gets up for school or church every other day, so baking day disappeared.
Then my baker grew up, and took a grown-up job at the vet clinic thirty miles from here. She works Saturday mornings, and she gets up for school or church every other day, so baking day disappeared.
Winter sneaked in this morning around 4:30, coating everything with ice.
The world is too slick to even think about keeping Audrey between the ditches for thirty miles.
Guess what that means!!!???
5 comments:
YAY!!!
WAIT!!! We've been neurotically checking this blog 'cuz we wanna know what you named the horse!!
Oh, and Saturday is a great day for baking, especially when it's cold and yucky outside. :)
Sounds like much fun! Was it raspberry bear claws, or...?
Yeah for baking!!
That poor horse's ear!
You can sure say a lot with a few pictures! That sounds like a great arrangement for all involved (except that poor horse...)
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