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Ah, the other side. The other side of the lake, the other side of a door, the other side of the tracks, the other side of the mountain, the other side of the world, the other side of a certain age. The view is pretty nice over here!
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Well, I suppose that would have been okay, if I had put them in a bigger pan--but I didn't. Soon I was boiling away, and the goo was getting higher and higher and higher in the pan and I'd lift the pan off the heat and it would go down, and then setting the pan back down the goo would rise again and....well, you can see, I need to go back to cooking school. I did better as a ten-year-old than I do now! By the time the cookies were done, the stove was smeared with chocolate, and I wasn't too sure that the cookies were going to set-up!
About 11:00 p.m. the second batch of cupcakes were ready to be removed from the oven. And in the morning, I was able to take both cupcakes AND cookies to the bake sale. And I included some bananas and apples (a couple of the guys don't like sweets, hard to imagine).
It's too early for the robins!!! We have a snowstorm in progress. The flock I saw earlier in the week is still here, stranded in a stand of pines by the building to the north of me. They've been joined by about five Cedar Waxwings. They were feeding on these crabapple? berries. There must have been thirty of them in the trees. Argh. I had no birdseed, but I did have some Cheerios. Do you think that will hurt them?
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Here comes the Sun. After a week of continuous gray, today was a relief. The sun was bright all day, warming the car, warming my spot on the sofa at Mom's while we watched Trading Spaces (the one where Gen installed the tin ceiling for the kitchen), warming my cold heart. I have a list of my ten favorite words...light is one of them, sun another. Whew.
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It was a little too cold to sit around at the Michigan State University 4-H Children's Garden yesterday. A little too cold, and a little too gray. But it felt good to be outside without having to brace against the cold (it was in the low 30's) and it felt good to walk. Argh!