Friday’s garage sales offered slim pickings but driving around visiting with my sister was enjoyable. We chuckled (privately) about old people trying to sell Cool Whip container lids and other such treasures. We ate chocolate and homemade apple pie. We ranted about politics and religion. The day passed quickly.
Saturday I drove the girls down to Toys R Us so A2 could spend some of her birthday money. After perusing the aisles multiple times she finally settled on a stuffed rabbit, a rubber dragon and some small plastic meerkats. Hardly surprising considering her love for animals.
While eating lunch at a nearby shopping center we spied several reindeer. Based on their impeccable grooming, the fact that they were attired with bells and ribbons and their non-chalant attitudes towards the crowd I’ll assume that these reindeer are not only domesticated, but that they were born in captivity. Even so, I felt kind of sorry for them with all of us strange beings staring in and taking pictures. A migraine usurped the remainder of Saturday.
Returning to Standard Time this morning and rising “early” temporarily restored ambitions for a productive weekend. I baked in hopes of filling the freezer with snacks and desserts for lunches. That extra hour allowed lots of early morning progress . Unfortunately, now my butt is dragging and I want sleep. Why can’t the powers that be just pick a time and stick with it. Life would be simpler.
Oh yeah, the baking… here are some finished foods waiting to be frozen. They include oatmeal raisin cookies, applesauce cake and pumpkin bread.
The pumpkin cheesecakes met with an untimely and unexpected demise while cooling in an unsupervised kitchen.
Prior to my leaving the kitchen these stood much higher and there were no holes present. Granted, the edges were a little overdone, but otherwise they looked fine. On a hunch I asked my youngest if she’d touched the cheesecakes. Her answer was, “Yes, because they were sticking up.” She was helping me flatten them.
And her tool? Why one of her sister’s newly acquired meerkats.
Footprints weren’t supposed to appear so she kind of figured that I’d be mad. At least she’s honest. I hope she never decides to become a politician or take up a life of crime (same thing).
The list of Christmas knitting beckons and dinner draws nigh. Cheers!