It's time for me to purchase some MiracleGro Peat for my starting mix. But we have a snow storm approaching, so it may be a few days before I can get out of my driveway. [This time of year, I put my trust in the solar angle to perform snow removal.]
This morning, each time I thought I might be hearing the sounds of an approaching storm, it was a false alarm. It was just the peanut butter oatmeal cookies that I baked yesterday. They were the real deal--no flour, and they were huge and thick and yummy. They were so good that I consumed about a pound of them yesterday afternoon, washed down with milk. Today all those whole oat inhabitants of my cookies are once again clamoring for attention. Holy smokes! It may be the sound of my serum cholesterol being violently sucked away. In the future, I'll stick to baking cookies with just peanut butter.
On that theme, there's a hazard to my baking at home. Although I can fully control the constituents of bread or cookies or custards that I bake, insuring that they are always healthier than the factory facsimiles, I am simply unable to control my consumption of homemade bread or homemade cookies, etc. Hence the gathering storm. [Or maybe it's a collective groan of all my timekeeping devices that were just arbitrarily shoved an hour into the future. Who know what happens to the spacial dimensions of the universe, when you screw around with the time dimension. And now, my cookies are an hour older than they should be.]
Bob
This morning, each time I thought I might be hearing the sounds of an approaching storm, it was a false alarm. It was just the peanut butter oatmeal cookies that I baked yesterday. They were the real deal--no flour, and they were huge and thick and yummy. They were so good that I consumed about a pound of them yesterday afternoon, washed down with milk. Today all those whole oat inhabitants of my cookies are once again clamoring for attention. Holy smokes! It may be the sound of my serum cholesterol being violently sucked away. In the future, I'll stick to baking cookies with just peanut butter.
On that theme, there's a hazard to my baking at home. Although I can fully control the constituents of bread or cookies or custards that I bake, insuring that they are always healthier than the factory facsimiles, I am simply unable to control my consumption of homemade bread or homemade cookies, etc. Hence the gathering storm. [Or maybe it's a collective groan of all my timekeeping devices that were just arbitrarily shoved an hour into the future. Who know what happens to the spacial dimensions of the universe, when you screw around with the time dimension. And now, my cookies are an hour older than they should be.]
Bob