A wishlist in my head.
I’ve been gathering items and going ohh, ahhh, that’s so yes, I would like, hell, I need that.
Like this.  In red. Followed by this becuase it’s just too damn cute. No clue what I’d do with it but just give me the chance, Retro Man.
I’ve become addicted to Le Creuset. It’s bad. I see no cure. I don’t want one either. And I’ve yet to own a single piece of it.
Don’t get me started on the knives that keep whispering to me.  Or the cookware that isn’t warped, scratched, sticking and oh so frustrated to use at times.
I’d forgotten how much I love to cook. It’s easy when half the family is slightly I won’t eat that. Or that! Having one who will eat anything (omg, how can you eat that couscous? The dog won’t even touch it!) is a blessing and a curse. Of course, now he’s going to college this fall so I’ll be outnumbered.
The scones…they aren’t made yet. I’d forgotten how busy life can get at the end of school year. Then add in the pre-Grad stuff, the oh crap, the niece is graduating today moments and you have a recipe for a neglected recipe.
Which leads me back to bakeware I’ve been eyeballing. Sheets that aren’t older than me (and trust me, that’s old) and and.. I’m blinded by the possibilites of new pieces. Of creating just because.
This afternoon is looking good for baking. Only 80 outside.   Now to find the recipe (I put it in a safe spot, should have remebered where that spot was….) and crank out some yummies.
Omg, where's the nest?
Aren’t they just cute?
The girls gave us their first eggs yesterday.
Tiny, slightly on the brown side (Girl called them yellow) and I think Retro Man has plans for them.
Happy almost Friday. I think I need a weekend. You?
