Eight days short of a year ago, we had a little celebration when Justin finished his final lesson on cursive lower case letters. We made cursive pancakes that we promptly ate one letter at a time. Evidently those pancakes were tasty because from that point on, every moment of English class became part of Jasmine's personal marathon towards her own edible alphabet (8 more letters and I get pancakes like Justin.... 3 more letters... 2 more letters...). Well, she made it. And so the only task left was for mommy to come up with a recipe for something that was allergen free, equally workable, and doubly tasty. And of course, she didn't disappoint.
Congratulations, Jasmine (and mommy). Now if only I can find a way to make math class equally yummy.
As for Naomi, I don't think we'll have to worry about an encore. As the foodie of the group, I think she'll "settle" for a pat on the back and a trip to a restaurant to get some real food.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
The grass is always greener. And the trees more yellow. And the flowers more vibrant. I started to hop in the car and drive across town to take pictures of the fall colors... until it occurred to me: what's wrong with the trees on our own property? And so I looked up, and what do you know; it was fall on this side of town, too. Unfortunately I missed the sweet spot this time around, as the leaves had already gone from vibrant pop to rusty dull. But there's always next year. And I'll be ready this time around. If we stay here long enough, it ought to make for a nice collection of (homegrown) images. It ought to be fun.