The lasagna is about 30 minutes from being done, and the artisan bread is rising.
The sun is shining, and I will soon go out to the ramada. It seems the peeps carried on their party without me, but then, I told them I can’t do late night stuff, and they all know that any time after 1700 is “late night” to me!
The weather is soon to change, as my right ankle is forewarning me. I need to put some stuff on it, and take some Ibuprofen. I hate this!
ping to 4665
Sorry about ankle, weather, and all that, but I’m impressed with your cooking prowess. Sally is making brownies for the mission group to sell at the fish dinner tonight. Kathleen was helping. Tom has taken Elen to CP to take the trigonometry test again. I was lying on the sofa in the sun, pretending to be a cat, until I had to intervene in a dispute about dishwashing.
Lasagna!
Be around in ,say, 20 minutes? :)
Enjoy the Sun ,’Face.