Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

 

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It's fairly mild this morning.  I hate how the temperatures keep swinging back and forth. One day frigid, the next day mild.  One scarce knows how to dress for the day.  Do I bundle up or do I not.  I guess this is the time of year when we must be prepared for all sorts, as we can almost experience all of the seasons in but a singular day!

I do not remember it being like this in years gone by, but perhaps I am mistaken, and it has always been this way.  I do believe that climate change is real and that the seasons are all getting warmer and wetter.

 

I have been rewatching the series Cranford on Britbox.  I do really enjoy these period shows.  Larkrise to Candleford, Cranford, Poldark, etc. I know that it is very easy to look back at these times in history and romanticize them.  The reality was a lot harsher than what we like to imagine. Unless you had some sort of wealth to speak of, most lives were full of drudgery and hard work.  But I do like to watch these shows regardless. They make my heart feel warm. I know I am not alone in that. We all need a bit of escapism and what better than shows like this that warm the heart.  Without a ton of violence and negativity, nudity and swearing.  I call them "nice television." Pure escapism.

I started to watch a film last night on Prime called Moriah's Lighthouse.

"Moriah is a woodworking artisan living in a French seaside town who dreams of restoring a local lighthouse. But Ben, an American architect who comes to town may derail her plans."

Yes, a Hallmark movie. Nice. It reminded me of my holidays in France. I loved France, especially the smaller villages.  I did not get very far into the film. I realized it was too late for me to start watching a movie so I decided to revisit it another time when I could sit down and watch it in a full stretch. But from what I could see from the beginning, very charming.

I think we are all going to need a lot of courage in the coming months. Life just seems to be getting more complicated, challenging and somewhat harder.  We must not let it get us down.  Myself, I try not to think too far ahead.  Perhaps I am a bit like an ostrich with my head in the sand.  I just try to take each day as it comes and to get through that day.  To find all the joy that I can in each day and to leave it at that. It could become depressing otherwise!  I pray for our countries and our world. I take joy in my little family and my tiny home. In my simple life. I trust in God and put my faith in Him. He has never let me down yet.  

This almost makes me wish that I had a box of old Christmas Cards to play with.  Alas I do not. But wouldn't a whole little village made up of little putz type of houses made from vintage Christmas cards be lovely.

Some people have whole Christmas villages that they set up every year.  I would suppose that they have spent years and years collecting all of the houses, etc. Very charming.

One year my sister-in-law gave us a beautiful snow globe for Christmas. It was large enough to sit on the coffee table and had a motorized train inside it.  It did not last long.  Too many curious hands (with five children) and it did get broken. But we did get to enjoy it for a couple of days anyways.

There are far worse ways to live your life than to live a life filled with gratitude.  It starts with just one day, today. You tell yourself, today I am going to be grateful for everything.  And then you tell yourself that again on the next day and the next day and the next . . .  and before you know it, gratitude has become a habit. Despite life's difficulties, there is always something we can be grateful for.  And today I can choose to be grateful or not.  I choose gratitude.

My father will be coming here for supper today.  I think I am going to make a salmon pie. He and I both love Salmon pie.  I have not made one in a very long time now. I don't often get to make supper for Dad so why not make something we both love.  He usually likes for me to make hotdogs and beans, but I want to just do something a bit more special than that today.

Usually on Wednesday nights we would be going out for supper locally.  Cindy is making Dan Nachos, which is not something dad would enjoy at all, so I am having dad here.   

In years gone by, he often came to my place for lunch or supper.  He used to like for me to make him a grilled bologna and cheese sandwich for lunch.  Sometimes I would put a couple of chives into the sandwich which he really loved.  

It is a privilege to be able to feed him and spend some time with him.

He will probably watch Seinfeld the whole time he is here. He loves that show. It is very difficult for him to actually hear much when it comes to conversation.  The television has subtitles.

My cats have been extremely interested in my shower stall this morning. I don't know if perhaps they have seen a spider in it or what. But when it was time for our little treat throwing game earlier, it was very difficult for me to entice them away (not normal, they love their treats.)  And now they are back in there. One is sitting inside the shower, and the other is just outside it.  They are paying rapt attention to something, but I cannot see what it is.  They are funny creatures, and I don't mean haha funny, although sometimes that is true also.

I durst not think that it is anything other than a spider that is keeping their attention.

I don't really have much else to say this morning.  It's a quiet morning and I have had a quiet week.  Life has slowed down a lot recently, not that that is a bad thing. It is not.  I just have not been getting out of the house that much, other than funerals. There is another one this Saturday.  In any case I will let you go now and hope that you have a lovely day ahead of you.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *.˛.Friends pick us up when we fall down,

and if they can't pick us up,

they lie down and listen for a while.

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In The English Kitchen today, Homemade Instant Maple Oats.  Much better than buying those instant packets.  Simple and delicious and you can add whatever extra additions you enjoy, chopped dried apple, sultanas, chocolate chips, etc.

My YouTube channel is up to 993 subscribers now.  Woo hoo!  Only seven to go until I have a thousand.  I did a new video yesterday. Just a simple omelet. But it was still a fun video to do.

I hope that you have a lovely day.  Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you joy.  Be happy, be blessed, and don't forget!

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A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, November 5th, 2024

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

I took this photograph yesterday afternoon.  I loved the way the light was shining through my glass birds that I have hanging in my front window. They looked like little jewels. 

I thought that they were very pretty against the backdrop of the trees across the way which were so beautiful just a week or two ago and are now empty.  That is a Nuthatch on the top, Bull Finch in the middle and a Blue Tit at the bottom. I started collecting these when I lived in the U.K. I got them from Simon Alderson Glass that was a seller on Etsy.  He made beautiful, fused glass birds. Sadly, he passed away in January of this last year.

 

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I AM THINKING ...

It is election day in the States.  I don't really understand how American politics works. I have only ever lived under the parliamentary system where you all vote on one day and by the wee hours of the next morning, you know who your Prime Minister is. Apparently, it can take days to find out who has won an American election. I have my own opinions, which I won't voice here, because really, it really is none of my business. 

Elections have become very divisive in recent years. 

 

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I AM ALSO THINKING ...

About how much I love November nights.  As the nights draw in around us, I like to pull my curtains closed and light the candles. Put on some soft music. Crack open a good book and snuggle on the sofa with the cats under a soft blanket. No matter what chaos is going on in the outside world, peace prevails within the walls of my wee little home. 

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Tender BBQ Beef Roast.  I cooked this small roast yesterday in my crock pot.  It turned out to be delicious. Melt in the mouth with beautiful flavors.  I enjoyed it with some mashed potatoes and broccoli.

ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

Butterscotch Pot's de Creme from Bakers Royale. Dad is coming here for his supper tomorrow night. He might enjoy this.  He loves butterscotch.

 

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LOOKING FORWARD TO ...

Mince pies.  I only eat these during the Christmas Season.  I have a few weeks to go, but I am looking forward to them immensely.

 

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SOMETHING NICE ...

Pretty post cards. I love postcards. There used to be a paper shop in Chester that had the loveliest post cards.

 

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SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

Cupcakes. Cupcakes are very nice.  A tiny cake, just for you. What could be more perfect?  Ohh, best cupcakes I have ever eaten were from Peggy Porschen. She did the wedding cake for the daughter at the Big House when I worked there and she made the most beautiful cupcakes.  They were almost too pretty to eat, but they tasted fabulous.

THIS I KNOW TO BE TRUE ...

It's how I got where I am.

I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...

Cute, knitted kittens (Etsy)

 

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Barbie dresses from vintage hankies . . . 

 

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Junk Journals from old children's books  . . . 

Felt Reindeer  Pretty Fabrics and Trims.

Wax Paper Bookmarks. Little Pine Learners

 

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OH MY GOODNESS ...

I have never seen one in real life, but I would like to. Highly toxic however.

 

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I WISH ...

Love and peace throughout the world. I pray for it every day.

I AM READING ...

Where the Broken Heart Still Beats, by Carolyn Meyer

At the age of nine, Cynthia Ann Parker was captured in an Indian raid and taken to live as a slave with the Comanche. Twenty-four years later, she is the wife of a chief and the mother of a young warrior destined to become the great chief Quanah Parker. But in 1861, Parker and her infant daughter are recaptured and returned against their will to a white settlement. This moving story is a riveting examination of the conflicts between Native Americans and white settlers.

THINGS I LOVE ...

 

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Playing peek-a-boo 

 

 

 

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Outlander  . . . 

 

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Transferware  . . .  especially red and white.  Well, any of it really.

 

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Crochet  . . . 

 

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Gingerbread cookies and ribbons  . . . . 

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

Hallmark movies on Stack TV on Prime.  W channel. I watched my first one last night. Tis the season.

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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Note - I have now disallowed anonymous comments on the blog.  Sorry I had to do that. If you have a google account, you will be able to comment, no problem.

And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!

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Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

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Small and Wonderful Things . . .

 

"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard 

 A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.

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The temperatures are in the negatives this morning, but I am sitting in my warm little house, and I am grateful for the shelter and warmth that it brings. I am aware that this is a privilege that is denied to many.  I have chairs to sit on, decent clothes to wear, a roof to keep the rain out, food in my belly, clean water to drink.  In a world where there are so many in need, I hope that I never take these things for granted. 

 

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Despite the time change, I have had several nights of very good sleep.  I think this is because I got that safety bar for my bedroom window.  It was extremely easy to install, and I have ordered one for my living room window as well. I should have done this sooner.  Last week the people on the next street over (all seniors as well) had their shed's broken into and their winter tires stolen. I don't have a shed and have always kept my tires in my garage.  I am grateful for that. 

It is a well-known fact that these two streets are filled with seniors and vulnerable people, most being elderly women.  That someone would take advantage and break into the sheds is despicable. I do not mind living on my own, in fact I enjoy it, but I don't like to live in fear either.  These window bars will help.

It's kind of sad really because there was a time, not so long ago, that people here in this little valley were relatively sheltered from criminal activity.  It happened but it was a rarity, not a given. It's a shame really.

Anyways, I have had several nights of very good sleep, and I am grateful for that.

 

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I had a lovely supper with my family yesterday.  Cindy cooked a roast, and we had roasted potatoes, carrots, sweet potatoes, peas, corn and gravy. It was nice to spend the time with her and Dan, and my father.  Family times are the best of times.

It was dark when I left to come home.  I wasn't so fond of that, but I did not have far to go thankfully.  How wonderful it is that I now live so close to family that I can say that!  😊

This is another one of my sister's art pages.  She is so talented.  She is wanting to finish up this art journal before the end of the year. I admire her abilities. She is so good at everything she does.  Getting to spend the last years of my life near her is an extra special blessing for me.  We have always been close and good friends. Even when time and circumstances meant that we were not always in touch with each other on the daily. We have always felt a special kinship and share a history with each other and our brother that we share with nobody else on earth.  I am grateful for a brother and a sister.  I know not all brothers and sisters are this close. I could not imagine a world where I was not close to my siblings. They mean that much to me.

 

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Being able to attend church yesterday, partake of the sacrament, renew my Baptismal covenants and listen to the testimonies of others.  The first Sunday of the month is always fast and testimony meeting and members get up to bear their testimony of the blessings in their lives, etc. I love to listen to them.  Even if I don't always get up to share my own testimony, listening to theirs helps to strengthen it.  And I do have one.  I am just a bit shy.  I do get up on occasion, but it isn't a regular thing with me.  I bear my testimony with the way I choose to live my life and the way that I treat others.  Very much by the Savior's example and how he lived his life.  I could do better, I know.  I am not perfect and sometimes I fail miserably, but I keep trying.  That's what counts. Two words mean the world to me and set the structure for my life.  BE KIND.  If I am never known for anything else in this world the greatest accolade that anyone could give me is that I am a kind person with a caring heart and caring actions.

To be able to worship as, when, where, and how I want to.  

 

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I am grateful that I am a woman born into a country where women are treated as equals with basically the same rights and privileges as men. Every time I read about the subjugation of women in other countries and cultures, I thank God for my blessings and freedoms.  There are many women in this world that are not allowed to dress, think, speak, or act freely.  This saddens me.

I do not take my freedoms for granted. 

 

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I don't know why I love pretty things so much. I could wander around a gift shop for hours just drinking them in, or on Pinterest just perusing. Thankfully I am happy with just looking.  I never feel deprived because they are not mine, or envious of those who have them. I just enjoy looking. It gives me great pleasure.  

That is a blessing to be able to appreciate the beauty and worth of pretty things without feeling a need to own them.

Perhaps some of that comes from having worked in a place where there were no limits when it came to beauty and luxury.  I came to realize the truth that, whilst these things are wonderful to behold, they come at a price and with responsibilities.  If I never have to clean silver, copper or crystal again in my lifetime I will be happy.  Those duties cured me from ever wanting to have any of that stuff myself.

Great wealth can be a prison, as can great fame.

 

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I have a comfortable life that is filled with enough. Love, shelter, family, friends, faith, pets, comfort, health, work, play, and home.  I want for nothing.  All of my needs are met. This makes me wealthy.  I am blessed and I know it. I am thankful, and I am not ashamed to say so. God is good.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *One friend, one person who is truly

understanding, who takes the trouble to

listen to us as we consider a problem,

can change our whole outlook on the world.

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New in The Kitchen today, Peanut Butter Crunch Bars, the small batch. These taste just like a favorite chocolate bar.  Simple and easy to make as well.

At the end of today I am turning off anonymous comments on this blog, so as of tomorrow you will need a google account to leave a comment. I am sorry if that is an inconvenience, but I need to protect myself. I know you good people will understand.  

I hope you have a beautiful day and week. May it be filled with more blessings than your cup can hold.  Be happy. Don't forget!

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All Things Nice . . .

 

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Tomorrow may bring me a hundred ills,

But oh today is sweet,

With a small wind coming from God knows where

And travelling up the street,

Teasing the doors and the window sills,

Then travelling back to the quiet hills.

Tomorrow may bring me a grief to bear

But today is bright as dawn,

With a sky decked out in an azure cloak,

And a hill with a new dress on,

Crisp and green as a lettuce leaf,

With dandelion buttons in gold relief.

Tomorrow may rob me of all I own,

But today I will have my joy,

A table set with a yellow cloth,

And the fun of a year-old boy,

Playing around on polished floors,

Coaxing his mother to come out of doors.

Tomorrow is part of the great unknown,

But this morning is mine to hold,

And I'll cherish each moment with jealous care,

Like a miser hoarding his gold,

Savor its goodness and sip its wine

Making its moments forever mine.

~Edna Jacques, A Day At A Time

The Golden Road, 1953

As I am fond of saying, every day may not be a good day, but there is something good in every day.  I make it my goal every day to find it, and no surprise there . . .  I do. I think that is the secret to having a good and happy life. I really do.  Seeking out the blessings and the positive in every day. 

That's not to say that bad things don't happen.  As you well know, they do and often. Such is life.  I just try to rise above the negative as best as I can and to dwell on the goodness which is found in each day that is mine to hold. For me, each day is a gift that I try not to take for granted.

 

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Autumn weeks are ticking by, and the days are slowly creeping shorter. Samhain (Sah-wane) is the third and final festival in the Celtic calendar, the final harvest festival and the beginning of Winter.  Gradually at first, and then seemingly suddenly we find ourselves embraced by the darkness.

This weekend, here in North America at least, the clocks move back an hour in an attempt to grab hold of more of the light during the day. I know they went back an hour last weekend in Europe. I often wish that this changing of the clocks would not occur twice a year like it does, but I am not the one who makes such decisions. I just go with the flow, even if it does mess with my internal clock.

Too often, darkness is associated with negativity.  It is true that the limited hours of daylight and the lack of sunshine can take their toll, but a simple shift in mindset can help to allay the negativity, to reclaim the time and to savor the darkness in whichever way that we can.  There is much magic to be found in a winter's day, and it is all a matter of perspective and the way we look at it.  

When I was a child, I was able to find the magic and awe in Autumn and then Winter and by remembering those childlike pleasures I still am able to take it in with awe.  The pure unadulterated magic of the changing trees, first frosts with their crystal-like beauty, fairy tale mushrooms and toadstools, bare branches and red berries.

There is something about the progressive autumn that invites us to slow down and to look around, drinking in its many pleasures.  Perhaps it is because of its fleeting beauty which changes and evolves with each day that passes, or maybe it is our inner clocks, reacting to the waning light.  There is something about this time of year which encourages us to slow down and to take stock before we hunker down for the coming Winter. We begin to crave comfort.  Warm blankets. Log fires. Candlelight. Soups, stews . . . wooly cardigans and socks.

 

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Time in the kitchen soothes the soul.  I do miss having a window in my kitchen that I can stand in front of and look out as I go about my chores, but it is what it is, and I still find much pleasure within its walls.  A bubbling pot of jam, squash or pumpkin roasting in the oven, warming stews and soups, hot pots, risottos, pasta bakes, pies . . . an endless list of comfort foods to feed the soul, tantalize the tastebuds and warm the tummy as the wind whistles down the chimney. Autumn feasts.

I like to make my evenings special, even though I am very much on my own, with just myself and the cats. I light candles and turn on the fairy lights.  Put on some quiet and comforting music and curl up on the sofa with a good book to read. One cat nestled into my side and the other one guarding the sofa behind my head.  I am surrounded by the quiet chirps and purrs of blessed contentment. How can I not do likewise.

Corners of contentment. I surround myself with corners of contentment. Small things which bring me joy.  Fairy lights, candles, treasured gifts from friends. Sparks of color in the darkness, which light my heart and my home.  It's a simple thing . . . 

I got the gift of a small pouch in the post yesterday, all the way from my dear friend Tatiana in Greece.  Several small hand bound notebooks, some stationary, an envelope filled with stickers and other treasures and most beautiful of all a luscious letter, handwritten in her most beautiful script.  What a surprise and a treasure. I will be writing her a nice long letter in return. 

We have been friends now for many years, back to my Oak Cottage Days at the Manor.  I was blessed to have her come and spend time with me in Chester several times. She is hoping soon to open an Etsy shop and will soon be giving workshops at home, etc. in bookbinding and calligraphy to help support her income. I will be sure to share the details, at least of the Etsy shop, when it happens. 

She is caring now for her aging parents in their home. She's had to cut back on work hours and is now also working from home rather than in the office. What a gift to her parents.  Every elderly person should be so blessed.  I know it is a true labor of love and often a thankless job. It takes a special person to do such a labor, and I know from my heart that Tatiana is just such a special person.

And through it all, she still thinks of others. Thank you so much Tatiana for thinking of me.

 

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I was able to get my Winter tires put on my car yesterday. It took quite a bit longer than usual and cost a bit more than I had planned, but it is done now. Three of the tires were leaking air so they had to be completely broken apart and resealed, plus the valves were leaking so those needed replacing. Also, there was quite a bit of corrosion built up on the wheel mount surfaces and on the hubs that needed to be cleaned off. All this took time and labor.  But all is well now, and the tires are on for another season and I am grateful that I was able to pay for it. Whew!  (And that I did not need to buy new tires!)

There will be a service of Remembrance this afternoon for my friend Aileen who passed away a week ago. I will be driving to the chapel with Glenna and a few other ladies.  Aileen was very much beloved by all and there is expected to be quite a large number in attendance. It is always sad to say farewell to friends and family in this way.  They are not gone, not really. They have just gone on ahead. One day we will all catch up and what a glorious reunion that will be. That is my belief anyways. And a blessed hope it is.

So, no video this week.  That's okay. I will make up for it next week.  

Also please continue to hold my brother David up in your prayers and our friend Ginny (of the tea cozy fame) who is recovering from a recent operation. I hope she does not mind me sharing. Please keep them both in your happy thoughts and heart.

 

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I have not made my mind up yet about taking the blog to private or not.  I think perhaps the simplest thing would be to stop allowing anonymous commenting, which would mean that everyone would need to have a google account to comment. This is not a hard thing for people to do. It just means opening up a google mail account.  At least I think that is what it means.  If anyone knows any differently, please enlighten me?   At least then the perpetrator will not be able to hide behind the keyboard of anonymity. It is quite easy to bully people if you think they will never find out who you are. It is quite cowardly actually.  But our world is full of bullies in one way or another.  It is a simple part of life that we need to learn to ignore.

And with that I best leave you with a thought for the day and the weekend . . . 

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New in the Kitchen today, White Texas Sheet Cake.  Flavored with almond and vanilla and covered with a lush vanilla/almond frosting and plenty of toasted flaked almonds, this is a very moist and delicious cake.

I hope that you have a beautiful weekend filled to overflowing with warmth, all things nice, a multitude of blessings, and the people that you love.  Don't forget to put your clocks back tonight! Whatever you get up to, don't forget!

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And I do too!