pinkbunnyhat
Cheers Pink Ears!
pinkbunnyhat

No, because I am also a tiny person full of sarcasm. 

They are not, but I do not approve of the symbolic eating of Turks.

Thanks! It was a few years ago, but if I remember correctly, they had chocolate inside, and I injected some raspberry jam. 

That sounds like a lovely graduation party.

Blammo! I actually found the picture!

Aww. I have made croissants before! I'm not sure if I can dig up old pictures or not.

I’m sorry. Be kind to yourself, you're allowed to feel anyway you want. 

Sounds delicious

I was wondering about you and Berlin. I think your response was fine. What else could he possibly expect? Back in my university days I had a guy I was interested in ghost me, before that was the term for it, then pop back up saying I really want you guys to meet my new girlfriend.

It's hard to make something interesting al the time. Mini quiches are fun though!

The empty corner of the kitchen with no food and water dish still makes me weepy, but I am feeling better, less devestated.

That does sound good, I will add that to my list.!

Banana bread is a crowd favorite.

Speaking of croissants, what’s everyone been cooking and/or baking lately? I haven’t really made anything note worthy this week, it’s been mostly a very sad week with putting my kitty to sleep. If anyone has suggestions for what to do with rhubarb though, I’d love to hear them! I like when a recipe includes poaching

Hopefully you will have them around for a good long time.

The picture was from November,  he didn't appreciate being disturbed from his snoozing time in the heated bed.

Submarines then, Camilla could pilot (is that the right word for a submarine?) to California, under the arctic ice, to destroy their happiness, because, she didn’t get what she wanted til later in life?

He also like when I played Debussey and Satie songs on the keyboard, not a fan of Holst, too jangly. 

I can tell he was such a  good ktty

I definitely do that, my father died of a heart attack when I was 27, clearly all my fault.