to market, to market...

am into hour six of making granola

labels have been designed

packages filled

chocolate, banana, apples, pecans,

walnuts, almonds, blueberries

cinnamon, it's spicy, irresistible scent,

wafting through my kitchen

windows open to an august night

that whispers october

on the boob-tube in my kitchen

kevin bacon dances to footloose

in the oven goes the last batch of granola

for the night...

while a dozen loaves of zucchini bread

wait their for a spot inside my overworked oven

cats snuggled up in a chair in a corner

of the kitchen

tomorrow i take the first steps

toward a number on my list

farmers' market in richmond

and after that, tyler's birthday party

and of course, as tradition rules,

the birthday cake which is my creation

transformers optimus prime

the flat-bed super hero of my little

grandson's heart

timer's ringing

time to stir a batch

of blueberry pecan crumble granola

my own creation

my own dream...

luv.

-t.

thanks cyndi for participating in "grocery gauntlet"

thanks girls for last night...

julie & julia, dinner at d&j bistro, a waltz through

williams sonoma,

snapshots of a simply perfect evening:)

thanks hubby for disappearing for the weekend

so that i could just be me:)