Sweet Summertime

I love sugar cookies. So does my friend M. whose birthday was yesterday. She told me she wasn't going to celebrate (she's too "old") but then I promised cookies - they're kind of my thing around here. And I love zwieback. (Okay, small tangent: spell-check knows zwieback. What?! Raise your hand if you love that!) I baked those today with a friend. I'm practicing, in case the whole teaching thing doesn't work out. :) Ha. Like I could spend entire days in the kitchen... and we all know that sixth grade is too wonderful to give up.

My sweet summertime is slipping away. But I'm ready to let the few days left slowly slip through my fingers. Especially if I can spend them like this:



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  1. UnknownAugust 6, 2009 at 3:59 PM

    When do I get mine?

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  2. HannahAugust 7, 2009 at 9:35 PM

    All I can say is wow. If you focus on cookies, what shall I focus on when we start our business? Pies?

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  3. MeganAugust 8, 2009 at 12:26 PM

    Hannah, pies would be wonderful... I've never gotten the hang of the double-crust. Lattice-topped would be even better. Cake is also up for grabs, though the decorating part is a lot like cookies. Or maybe yeast breads?! Though my zwieback were wonderful, my yeast bread skills need some work.

    Daniel, just come on over.

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