Yesterday this little guy hopped in front of me for a couple of blocks, just keeping out from underfoot
before he made a right turn to join his friends. There's two or three babies, tumbling about and chasing each other, not quite old enough to run when they see a human.
And I made what I expected to be apricot jam, using dried apricots I'd soaked overnight.
I've noticed this kind of weird result before with using unrefined cane sugar rather than the white refined kind. I think the chemistry's different in some way. It's edible but not the consistency I had in mind.
Here's how it looks today.
I transferred it to a plastic tub to make it easier to access.
I made a dessert involving chocolate walnut cake, cherry sauce and chocolate icing
And since it involved cutting a well in one slice of the cake for the cherry sauce, the cook got an afternoon tea preview taste of the cut out parts of dessert with added cherry sauce
We celebrate his birthday as a memory, because he died on the evening of Handsome Son's birthday in August, so we keep that day for handsome Son.
I've been reading about language lately and thought I'd mention why you see me using the word nice fairly often.
I had a dogmatic high school English teacher who tormented anyone who used the word. It was LAZY, STUPID, CHEAP! And we suspected she meant the user as much as the word.
So I was traumatized out of using it. Then a few years ago I realized I didn't have to listen to Mrs. Butler any more, and I could say nice if I wanted to. Nice, nice, nice. It felt free. And nice! Neener!
Too funny, since she no doubt went to the great English class in the sky decades ago. Despite this quirk, she was a great English teacher and a nice woman (!)
Happy day everyone, use the words you want, you're entitled!
