Silly things go on in our kitchen, but I guess that is to be expected. We spend a lot of time there. Grandson David and I remembered John stored boxes of cereal over the refrigerator. I asked him to look, and before I could fetch the step stool, he was standing on the counter. The cereal boxes were there.
Grandson Nathaniel gave me some of his sourdough starter, and I found a recipe for biscuits that I wanted to try. I quit using sourdough when we moved to England in 1980, so I was excited to have it again. When the ingredients were ready to stir together, I was careless and did steps in the wrong order. Nathaniel would have dumped the mess and started over, but not miser me! Oh, no! The biscuits did not brown, and I should have made them thicker. David and I ate them, anyway. Next time they will be a lot better.
When I was putting the leftovers away, I found the angry biscuit scowling at me.
Oregon is much more beautiful than an angry biscuit. Rose took a photo of John $pencer with a Sitka spruce tree. The Sitka is the tallest of spruces and can thrive even when hit by the ocean’s salt spray. It can live for 700 years.
Rose took my favorite shot of the dog – Sadie observing her kingdom in Glacier Peak Wilderness .