Or, maybe it's because I was raised in sweltering Tulsa, Oklahoma by my dear Gramma who spent the best years of her youth in Bath, Maine. She may not have gotten back there, but the "Bers" were the closest she got. All summer she'd be counting down the days until September. "If I can just make it to September, Heaven can Wait!" Of course, that was also a bit of a farce as September is often so hot in OK that it makes you wonder if it's actually hotter than August was. You start to question yourself; searching back though a hazy memory (possible symptom of a season-long case of heat stroke?) of the month before. This bit of info might solve the mystery: She was born on September 17th.
So, the purpose of this blog:
To thank everyone who responded with offers, info, and sightings for my chart quest!
I am thrilled to announce that I've arranged a combination of borrow and buy that should make this project possible!
You, stitchers, are just the best around! I can't believe I got so many replies, help, and well-wishes about my "little problem".
And because a blog isn't a blog without pics, here are some I've been hoarding up:
I tried making (read: became obsessed with) a Treacle Pudding with Custard after eating at Tea & Sympathy. Boy, was that a hunt for Lyle's Golden Syrup! It was okay, but "overbaked". Custard covers (smothers) a multitude of sins.
I visited Savannah, Ga February 2009, and here's my choice at the Back in the Day Bakery. A buttercream cupcake and ENORMOUS curried chicken salad sammich. This induced the most major food coma/subsequent crash I've Ever experienced. Paula Deen put it on her show; you should put it on your Bucket List. Yes, that's a tall glass of milk lurking there; ah there were days I ate not only cupcakes, but milk, too!
From my bundtpan discovery days; the main feature here is the Mariage Frères tea I was also discovering. Oh, Tea! The best tea ever. EVER. The salt and pressurized butane, while pictured, did not make it into the cake.
From The Limelight in NYC; which was once a church, then a flamboyant gay bar/club, and now a "unique shopping experience" guarded by a very cheerful and friendly doorman in white gloves. If you're running low on that Olive oil scented with Meyer Lemon, it's only $48/bottle here! ;)
That bread or what-have-you wrapped in paper looks holy enough to grant absolutions!
This is my cell wallpaper.
Let's talk about how much I love this font. And wooden signs with inlaid gilt lettering. Or not--that's a Pandora's box.
I did take a photo of those cups (at the store before purchasing) after all; the one on the site was smallish, so here ya go.
These are from Gencarelli's Italian Bakery right here in Bloomfield, which holds the Essex county voted-favorite spot for several years now. I weep for those almonds--they are that beautiful. It's the sort of crying an atheist does watching the children sing at Christmas Midnight Mass.
Well, folks, I've got more, but let's call it a night. I hope you'll drop by next time to see the Not Food section of My Miscellaneous 2009 Roundup.
Thanks to you all, my good friends, for your friendship and support, and especially to Edgar and Carol, whose BBD Mystery samplers I posted here last time with neither permission nor Credit! Friends, I am sorry; I let my haste to just get up my nerve and ask for a loan let me forget to add the links!
I'm working with trepidation on the finishing of my Autumn Private Exchange--it's for a very talented, prominent, and well-liked stitcher--boy am I nervous! What if she doesn't like it? What if it's not "Grand" enough? (Pretty much anything I can make is paling next to the chest of goodies Patty just sent. And Christina, too, for that matter. :/) I know I like it so far, at least...
Until Next Time,