I'm not sure I liked the title "Summer's Full Swing." Reminded me too much of woozy, midway-filled children at a summer carnival. It never ends well.
Our new space. Usually a 'dump-anything' room. D. has cleared out the desks on the left and has bought wood-working tools at garage sales this year.
Art space. Beyond, on the cabinet is my gardening basket (nylon tomato ties, mate-less gloves, a floppy hat).
E knew Betsy Ross was always thinking of pizza.
Mine. I want to do a tutorial some time. It's thin and crispy.
My mistake loaf. I'm not always a great baker. After the multigrain bread came out dense and yeasty I transformed it into flatbread. Thumbs up. Great with red sail lettuce, a smidge of olive oil, and a splash of *good* basalmic vinegar. So good.
I'm not always that good. I'm not showing you the chocolate, chocolate muffins I made up at 10pm last night.
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