I didn’t want Duncan to feel left out…
The last few days have been pretty stressful, so on Saturday I popped in to the fabulous bakery that’s just around the corner from my day job. I saved this scrumptious scone for this morning’s breakfast. Between it, a cup of my fave tea, and a good book…I’m feeling a tad better.
…at Stauf’s-German Village. I had a chai-der (chai latte/cider combination) and an epic blueberry muffin.
On Saturday, we had brunch at one of our fave neighborhood restaurants, Valter’s at the Maennerchor. I could eat these every day:
On Sunday morning, my fine husband made me some fabulous, tasty tres leches cake hot tea. He’s a keeper.
It wasn’t all tears and boredom whilst my Internet was down. I made this scrumptious Dutch Baby for my mom’s birthday breakfast. If I cannot write, I bake. It’s therapeutic, creative, and opens my writing mind like a fierce, bracing gust of wind.
Easy, gorgeous, and light.
What beautiful berries!
This is no ordinary skillet. No, it has an impressive pedigree. It was purchased, second-hand from a Goodwill, for my mother-in-law by her mother-in-law in 1953. She, in turn, gave it to my husband, The Chef, about 3 1/2 years ago. Before we married, before I became part of its story. Now, by baking this simple Dutch Baby, I’ve joined the line. Melded myself to their family history. Our family history.