We had a lovely extra-special Sunday breakfast, which I what I try to plan each Sunday.
After breakfast I made 6 dozen cookies and a dozen and a half cornmeal pan yeast rolls. I'm trying to stockpile stuff for Glenn to enjoy while I'm the in the hospital this week getting my right knee replaced. The rolls are in his top 5 of the bread-type goods I bake.
I scored a HUGE bulls eye with the cookies. Glenn has been talking about some cookies he used to eat at a lot of the elderly ladies' homes when he was a child. He's described them to me as best he can and, hooray, there was an article in the November issue of Southern Living
magazine about what he remembered as "tea cakes."
Well, lo and behold, I made the cookies this morning and they were just as he remembered. Yeah, yeah, yeah! He said the 6 dozen might last him a couple of days.
At the moment, I'm sitting up with my knee elevated and trying to get my second wind so I can get some ironing done and bring my outside plants indoors. The temps are supposed to dip waaaay down while I'm in the hospital and I don't want any of them to suffer. I have a Wandering Jew, several peace lilies, a huge alovera, a massive schiffelera, three oxalis plants, and assorted other "babies." I have discovered
places to winter all of them in the house.
Once those tasks are done and I make our evening meal, everything will be as done as I can make it. What things don't get finished aren't important.