Another recipe- this time true to the original because we located several pints of fresh raspberries and lo- more lovely loaves were born of this fine day.
Though it rained big old fat splooshy rain on us and thunderheads rolled in {dark as pewter against the dove} and yet we stilled our tennis rackets (the loaves were baking-what else were we to do...?) and listened discreetly to the uppity wind and the upturned leaves and the haughty dark clouds as they moved swiftly in their sky currents towards an unknown ocean leaving us saturated-
but happy.
Then the oven timer went TING so we knew that... our baking was baked!
But then we both agreed that during the suspenseful parts {which is anytime they show the ex-husband's face really} that we gotta tuck our legs up and curl in for the really suspenseful bits. Somehow it just doesn't pay to leave your feet on the floor. Do you know what I mean?
Reading: Nicholas Sparks' The Best of Me
Eating: Not much. But drinking lots of my favourite Butter Toffee coffee with a sploosh of milk and one packet of raw brown sugar.
Regretting: Lots, but taking actions to correct this with lots of paying attention and excelling at being ME.
Loving: Time with my daughters. All we do is laugh & cuddle & bake. And watch great films.



