Monthly Archives: November 2011

family.

One baby bunny.

Plus a mama and papa bunny.



Equals a grainy, bun-bun fam! 



Mr. B sat still; what a peach. 

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mom.

Walks with mom around the block. The leaves are slow-slowly falling. Also this:



It’s GRANDMA, Mr. B! 

pasta.

To the pasta bar with my favorite pretty girls, Liz and Anastasia. Dined to the lovely sounds of tango and watched old couples twirl around the dance floor. Cold, windy fall air, yes please. 

breakfast.

Keep it simple.

age.

It’s Saturday night and I’m looking at these pictures of my day, wondering when I grew up so fast. I look at myself and I see my face getting older. I don’t feel disappointed by this. Just taken aback in a strange way. Hmm.

oak.


My boss was going to send these funky, solid oak, mid-century modern chairs to the dump because they’re “too heavy.” So now I have new dining room chairs. Excellent Friday. 

almond.

The food gods must have taken pity on me after yesterday’s pumpkin fiasco. I’ve had a lonely jar of almond butter sitting in my cabinet and un-used jars of nut butters are a sad shame. Born of this disgrace? Almond Butter Cookies. 



Wet ingredients:

  • 1/4 c. butter (I used Earth Balance)
  • 1/4 c. almond butter
  • 1 egg
  • 2 tsp. almond extract
Dry ingredients:
  • 1 1/4 c. flour (I used an all-purpose and coconut mix)
  • 1/4 tsp. baking powder
  • 1 c. packed brown sugar
Heat oven to 350 degrees. Mix wet and dry ingredients. Form into small balls and flatten with a fork. Bake for 15 minutes. 

I’m inordinately happy these turned out. It’s the little things in life. 

pumpkin.

On my walk today…



It seems fall is disappearing in most states to a thick blanket of snow. I’m happy Minnesota is still colorful with reds and yellows. What a surprising turn of events.


Today, I made this and this. Because fall says pumpkin. 



Unfortunately, both were a major failure. My scones tasted like a block of flour, decidedly un-sconey. My pumpkin spice tasted like cinnamon with bitter coffee. I am so sad to be out a can of pumpkin. 


Alas, the woes of the kitchen.