I don’t like chocolate chip pecan pie. It’s too sweet. But, my whole family adores it. So, I make one every year about this time.
I don’t like chocolate chip pecan pie. It’s too sweet. But, my whole family adores it. So, I make one every year about this time.
My child, who is living I the attic post-Uni, has made music. If you don’t hate it, I’m sure they would like encouragement. icarust.bandcamp.com/album/ike…
As the baking holidays near, I am delighted to report that you can make brown sugar, no need to deal with buying too much and having it turn to a rock hard mess in the cupboard. Mix together 1T (15g) molasses with 1c (200g) sugar for light brown sugar. To make dark brown sugar, use 2T of molasses.
Orchids are in new pots. I really wish I knew what I was doing here. I predict at least one of these will decide it liked its old pot better and will die, just to spite me.
I suppose it says something about the state of apps and advertising: the number one way I find out about new and interesting apps is to research the icons from desktop screenshots of people I work with.
The bread machine I bought in the ‘90s doesn’t work as well as it should. I’m trying to adapt my favorite recipes to “manual” methods. This is my best attempt so far.
I tested with the multimeter and the furnace started working after I replaced this part. Still, I’d like to see some burn mark or swollen capacitor or something to give me more confidence in my repair.
A picture of a legend is sometimes inspiring and sometimes distracting. Try as I may, I don’t have their physical gifts or their youth. I sure love riding though 📷 🚲
Now 200 unsuccessful escape attempts in Hades. This isn’t much fun anymore. I’m pretty sure that if I stop now, I’ll never pick it up again. 🎮
I don’t feel like I understand hygge correctly, but this picture of Mattie wrapped in blankets feels like it is at least similar. 📷
Hey @Archimage I was thinking about throwaway lines on my bike ride.
She lived in one of those neighborhoods that had a bus line, only so the maids dirty cars wouldn’t clog the driveways.
Not as good as yours I’m afraid, but I was proud of it.