Oh, these are so good. I made a batch for my brother’s birthday and my mom – the world’s pickiest eater – ate at least three of them. I used this recipe, and added 1/3 cup of cooked, crumbled bacon bits to the raw dough. Can you see the bacon? Oh, yum.

This house used to have a lawn, much like every other house in my parents’ neighborhood. Then a young couple bought it and completely landscaped the front and side yards. I miss very few things about LA; gardening is one of them. Not that I’d ever be able to maintain a garden like this, though.

I’m blogging live from the Hewett ancestral manse, where absolutely nothing is happening… and that’s the way I like it. Jake tries to blend in with the living room rug. Setting the table for an early (and I mean early – 5:30 pm) dinner. My dad’s much-loved vintage camera collection. So far today, I’ve: slept

I’d vowed to cut back on my blog reading… no, really, I did… and then I find out about this blog. The Sartorialist photographs real people in their actual clothes. It’s like one, long, fashion parade. My husband I’ve gone as far back as March 2008. I can’t stop looking. On another note, Jake and
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