I am anticipating the farmer's market this week with fear and sweating trembling. 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. That's okay. I may have to keep it myself anyway. (This is not good business.) Don't I know it. Oh yeah. 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. Use them. 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. For breakfast? Why not? Bananas are good for you. Goody! (God help us all…)