Quick post today! Thanks to Susan at A Southern Daydreamer for hosting Outdoor Wednesday (click here for more!).
I am joining the ranks of those posting snow pics from Monday.
As always, ignore any peeling paint and crooked shingles on That Old House. She loves to get her picture taken, but she's never looked in a mirror and doesn't know that she could use the services of Elizabeth Arden; the makeup's beginning to crack.
That's our side yard. Too bad we didn't have this little hill when my kids were young.
My husband took the snow pictures before he started shoveling.
The snow is still with us but the about-nine-inches of Monday
has shrunk; it was so light and fluffy when it fell that even though it's
still below freezing, the snow is disappearing.
And about my grandma's cake. . .
If by chance you read last Friday's That Old House post (click here) then you will know that the following pictures tell their own story:
I pulled the bundt pan out of the pantry,and found a strand of beads in it.
???
Your guess is as good as mine.
Yes, I violated the "don't open the oven" rule
in order to take a picture. Mid-bake.
See how little is left? We were five for dinner last night; my brother and sister-in-law brought my Dad. The 5 of us ate half the cake that according to the recipe feeds as many as 15 people. On what planet?
Well, my Dad had two slices of this cake; it is his mother's recipe, after all.
By the way... that plate was my grandmother's, one of a little stack of luncheon sized plates by Syracuse china. Grandma liked pretty things, too.
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