I ate cake. . .and lots of it.
We rarely ate out. . . cooking in the trailer seemed like such fun.
spring had sprung . ..
and I fell in love with my garden .. .
Looking through the pictures of this last year . . .
I see again what really does matter most to me.
I love my Creator . .
I love my family . . .
I love my friends . . .
and . .
I love food.
Every season has its own foods.
My rhubarb grew like a weed and I baked one rhubarb bar after another doing my part to keep the garden under control.
Rollkuchen and Watermelon is part of summer and we bought our fair share of watermelon and I think we ate our fair share of rollkuchen in the summer months.
In honour of Kanneloni Macaroni's birth . . .
In August the peaches were ready for picking . .