One of the first gardens I planted was filled with every black flower I could find. This was somewhat of a fad during the Victorian era, which I find intriguing. Can you imagine elegant women in long, floofy dresses tending gardens? That might be as difficult as imagining ME working in flowerbeds. But I tried.
I like to daydream about winning the lottery, how I would choose to spend and give away the money, and how winning wouldn’t change who I am. But alas, I’ve never purchased a lottery ticket in my life. And record Power Ball winnings pale in comparison to these little gems!
It seems like every child in Sweden is capable of making kladdkaka on their own by age 8. Kids grow up helping Mom and Grandma bake this wonderful and simple treat. In fact, most people I know have made kladdkaka so many times that they don’t even need to measure the ingredients.
Long ago and far away I had large glass jars with dry mixes for everything – waffles, soups, muffins, hot cocoa, pudding, etc. Days spent at the farm with little kids under foot were made simpler that way, and edible gifts were created in pretty canning jars with the “help” of said kids.
I don’t like to argue, and I don’t like to debate. But I cannot decide whether these are muffins or cupcakes. There is a dangerously fine line between the two!!! These are decadently sweet and drizzled with chocolate, but they contain good-for-you vegetables. So you will have to decide on your own: cupcakes? or muffins? MUFFCAKES
One of the best memories I have is coming home from school – even as a teenager – to the smell of freshly baked cookies. My mother would sit at the table with us, pour a glass of milk, and listen as we chatted about our day.
I should have been a boy scout. As the middle of 3 girls, I considered myself a tomboy. Of course, life wasn’t very rough and rugged while we flitted from music lesson to art course to language class, even though I could play a mean game of kickball. But I still live by the boy scout motto: BE PREPARED.