It's been a while...

but, considering my audience consists of two people, one of whom is the subject of this blog, and the other of whom lives across the street, it's not like you've missed much guys. Also, we have a much larger baking project underway, in the strictly metaphorical sense of the word, which should serve as a fairly good catch all excuse. It having been a while since I've done this, i don't want to sprain a writing muscle, so I'll just put up a photo of some of the eponymous she's creations.



Also, on the newsy weekend front, we drove up to Tomales Bay, bought ourselves a sack of oysters and then headed to Dillon beach. Rather than launch into an extended narrative, I'll sum up using quotes and paraphrases from the crew.

A+P "Snarf, gulp, snarf, burp".
L "Oh my god, I can't believe you're eating all of those oysters in front of a pregnant lady! That's so unfair!"
A+P "Snarf, gulp, snarf, burp".
A "I don't trust some* people. Case in point, I just knew those meth heads were going to lose the keys to their minivan"
C "Can I have another oyster? Can I have another oyster? Can I have another oyster?"
L (junior) "Can you cut out the gross bits?"
A "The gross bits are the oyster. Why don't you have a hot dog?"
P [Refrains from telling L what gross bits are in a hot dog]
Q + F [sounds of of digging for 3 straight hours]
P "We should take some home for B. I feel so terrible that he has to work today, we should at least bring him some oysters."
A "OK, I guess I'm kind of full now."

* A did not actually use the word "some" here.



Lisa and the boys