Tagged with Memories

Chocolate Fudge Bundt Cake

Chocolate Fudge Bundt Cake

A good day in my book consists of quality time with my favorite people and/or time spent doing any one of my favorite things. On this windy February Sunday, I got to partake in a few of my favorite pass-times… baking, photography, writing and gardening. It was a good day. 🙂 I’m sure I’ve mentioned … Continue reading

Prune Cake!

Prune Cake!

I know what you’re thinking, Prune Cake!? I thought it as well. Shoot, I’m still thinking it. This post however is less about the recipe (though I welcome those who want to give it a try to do so and let me know how it is!) and more about family, friends and memories. 🙂 My … Continue reading

Miette

Miette

On my actual birthday I wanted to go shooting. So an afternoon spent with my dad at the gun range, it was.  To end my birthday week however, I wanted to do something a little more girly.  A cookie decorating class with my long-time friend Nicole and sister Laura sounded perfect! A few weeks before … Continue reading

SF Ferry Building Field Trip

SF Ferry Building Field Trip

Remember class field trips? The excitement and anticipation of exploring a new place.  The breaking free of the monotony of sitting behind those tiny little desks in those uncomfortable plastic chairs.  The stuffy and uncomfortable bus rides.  The bag lunches. I’d like to say I have many fond and vivid memories of them but the truth is, my memory, … Continue reading

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Isn’t it funny ladies how when we’re young, we hear comments along the lines of being like our moms?  This at a time that our appreciation level for our mothers isn’t quite what it should be, therefore we can’t even fathom the thought.  Be like our moms?! Pfft.. seriously!? Never!! Well. I’m here to say, in writing, that I am very much like … Continue reading

Chocolate Covered Mint Memories :)

Chocolate Covered Mint Memories :)

When I was a little girl, the first thing I’d do when walking into my maternal grandfather’s house, was run over to the dining room and open up the cupboard door of his hutch to breathe in the sweet aroma of York Peppermint Patties. My grandfather’s candy dish was always stocked! Of course, I’d usually have to wait … Continue reading