I am anticipating the farmer’s market this week with fear and
It’s supposed to be hot.
And the market begins at 4 PM.
It lasts for three hours.
Dudes. I’m worried.
I am going to take a bandana and wrap it around my neck and douse it with water every so often.
That’s my strategy this week.
I have been busy knitting.
Besides a bag or two, I have these four cell phone cozies to take:
I’m almost finished with the Alder tree and creek inspired bag. I think I might even get it felted today, though it won’t be dry for the market.
I may have to keep it myself anyway.
(This is not good business.)
Don’t I know it.
The banana cake?
It turned out sort of dense and chewy.
But flavorful and satisfying.
Truth to tell, I’m not a fan of fluffy, airy cakes anyway.
And besides, if you cover it with half an inch of penuche frosting, I think you could eat just about anything.
(You got lucky this time Dillweed. Next time use a recipe.)
Where would be the fun in that?
I agree with (), as much as it pains me to do so.
Recipes were created for a reason.
You know, both of you have lots of opinions. But I don’t see either one of you DOING anything around here lately. So I suggest you shut it.
I didn’t say anything mean.
Can I have cake?
“May I.” is the proper way to ask.
And yes you may.
Why not? Bananas are good for you.
(God help us all…)