Once upon a time...long, long ago...in a quiet little kitchen in the Willamette Valley I decided to bake. No one told me no...no one told me I did not have the ability at the tender age of an early grade school girl to turn out anything inedible...and my love of baking began with a natural feeling of knowing the kitchen is one of the places I would love best.
This blog feels like a record for my children, a place to put recipes we've loved that won't get lost. This is a jab at my disorganized self. :) My photos will probably always be lacking. As I say, I can bake, my recipes are good, and the picture thing does not equal my baking or cooking ability. I will be sitting at my kitchen table in envy of other blogs with much better phood photos than me. I shall have fun with this anyway.
Have a great day. Thanks for dropping in!
P.S. Don't hold your breath - amusing as that can be in a child-like way - I probably won't post often. I'll try to bring a smile to your face when you do stop in. It is after all, the Eskimo way.