

Blue snowflake:
Hot pink snowflake:

Blue snowflake:
Hot pink snowflake:
The biscuits were really good but hardly solved any of our dental problems.
Oh well...at least I got to see Twilight yesterday with my good friend Lisa! That didn't suck. HA! That was almost a pun. Sort of.
I believe this would be the Bosch Kitchen Machine circa 1970 something. I don't know if you can tell but that knob is avocado green which would have been perfect in my kitchen back in Arkansas. Because it is important that all your knobs match all your major appliances, just so you know. I'm not really sure why there has to be a blender stuck on the end there. I'm thinking it's too bad there's not a toaster on there too.
My girl and I hit some yard sales this weekend and just as we were about to wind it up and go home, I heard this little guy saying my name. In a really annoying, obnoxious voice. I told him "you're really nice and all but you're just not what I wanted". He replied "But I'm only 5 dollars. You'll never do any better than me." So that stopped me in my tracks as I was trying to walk away. AND because of my superior negotiating skilz I inherited from my father (thanks Dad!) I got it for only $4.
Of course I had to immediately put it to use to whip up a batch of Martha Stewart's french bread. I have to say, it works pretty darned good. AND if I decide I need a milkshake while I'm kneading my dough....I'm already halfway there with my blender whirring away at the ready. And just WHO doesn't need a milkshake while they're making bread anyway.
Beach Ball!
They look much the same after baking as before.
I think next time I would double the recipe (I got about 13 cookies out of this recipe) and add a smidge more sugar. Cause I'm NOT sweet enough already.
Really really bad.
Just downright wrong. There's no way I would have eaten more than 2 or 3 servings. Of each.
Next month, we're doing barbeque!
Then cover with the top layer of pie crust. Prick holes all around with a fork, then crimp around the edges with the tines. Brush with milk.
Now on a personal note, an unspeakable tragedy occured during this photographic journey. I dropped my *insert many vile curse words here* camera. *continue cursing here*.
Okay, I got it out of my system. It still seems to function but it has issues. Everything else I own is broken so why not the flippin' camera. Pity party starts at 6.