After a lovely morning at the annual Pumpkin festival, the local autumnal celebration, and a long nap there’s nothing like finger food, or in this case fried meatballs for a late supper.
After getting a decent night’s sleep – it was the strangest thing – my daughter took my grandson out for a walk, I took cookies out of the oven and went out for a short walk, met up with them and wound up going for a longer walk which seemed to do the body good, I konked right out to the movie I was watching, remained just groggy enough as I shut everything off and staggered into my room – I was up early baking the remainder of the cookie dough. It’d been a while since I’d been up around 5 am. I love the early hours listening to the gentle breathing of the world before it wakes. I am nothing if not traditional. My grandmother used to keep busy in her kitchen preparing things before anyone would rise. My grandfather was a trucker and would have to get on the road during the wee hours, which as a small child led be to believe she was a saint – when I went to sleep the light was on in the kitchen with the door closed so no one would be disturbed, it was an apartment in an old house with cathedral ceilings, and when I woke the light was on in the kitchen with the door closed and I just knew she never slept. That qualified someone as a saint, didn’t it? My mother classically rose at 4am, with 5 kids it was the only quiet time before all hell broke loose, to sit quiet after putting in the oven what had been rising overnight. Such good food growing up and such peace now.
As the sky lightens I see it’s a cloudy day, the temperature will finally drop enough to be comfortable with the oven on, and it’ll be great for movies, coffee or cocoa, and hanging out in comfy clothes with no where else to have to be.
From the cooling rack, to the cookie jar on the coffee bar:
I love coffee, not so much tea (that’s from me) – I love the java jive and it loves me… (Based on Java Jive sung by Manhattan Transfer)
Christening 2: A New Gasket & The Single-Shot Pot
It works! I had no doubts at all. Aaahhhhhhhhhh…
Sunday Morning Christening: Bialetti & Aerolatte
Open top, no splashes, froth you could eat with a spoon, Demerara Sugar, perfection!
Word A Week Challenge – Square
Photo Challenge: Heads
Cee’s B&W Challenge: Anything You Like
Interpretation: Tired Wheels
Up or Down
As The Crow Flies
Half Full or Half Empty
Bakırkõy or Eminõnū
Life can be good…
Anything That Lights
B&W Textures: Around The House