Irene wanted me to write a blog, but I thought I'd try this for a year instead.
Years later, in 2011, I realize that the above no longer makes sense, since I have stopped photographing breakfast and instead occasionally put down random thoughts. These days I photograph our granddaughter's lovely face, paint for fun, knit and teach knitting at an after-school program for girls, and read. Life is good, if a bit slow, but then, so am I.
Oh, I'm seeing lovely yolks again and I think you're having cookies. What a novel idea and what kind were they? My stomach is making hungry sounds now.
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Oh, I'm seeing lovely yolks again and I think you're having cookies. What a novel idea and what kind were they? My stomach is making hungry sounds now.
Oatmeal and raisin, baked while the coffee was brewing.
That's almost obscene to have those cookies nice and warm out of the oven for breakfast You do know how to live well.
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