Nice Bookends
June 28, 2020
Jim’s Sunday breakfast was a deviation from the regular rotation (pancakes, waffles, french toast, repeat). We were out of flour, but had a yummy poppyseed scone mix… which was fantastic, actually.
And then another kind of yummy… a byop (bring your own picnic) for a socially distanced park gathering, which served as a replacement for our usual quarterly dining divas dinner, minus Madeline, whose back went out this afternoon, but who’ll be back for the next one, because these’ll probably go on for a while, as we’ll prolly never be able to return to normal life.
Carol, Rissa, Tracy down by the creek, near the gazebo. Pure delight.
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