Compassion is alive and well in the Poconos. I'm just so freaking happy that we're putting down roots in such a wonderful community where people care for each other and help their neighbors.
My house smells like burning yeast. My bread dough blobbed over the sides of the pan and onto the bottom of the oven. Millet loaf yay. The crispy bits stuck to the side of the pan taste good, though.
So, Ramona may have taken one bite out of each apple, but a certain Beezus just took a nibble out of each egg I boiled this morning. Guess I'm making egg salad.
My lj has no pictures! Is this everyone or did I break something? Main page, info, friends page, etc, is all down to bare basic formatting. It's like 1997 around here.