White choral bells

A scrap of charmeuse, my narrowest rolled hem and some elastic thread and we've got a smidge of lovely.
It reminds me of a lily of the valley blossom.
Little things like that sleeve are what I love about making baby dresses.

Pumpkin Pancakes

A few years back I was introduced to this recipe by a friend.
I didn't know if I would like it. Plain pancakes with nothing but plenty of melted butter had always been my true breakfast love. I'm an adult, however, not the picky eater of my childhood and I've learned to give new things a chance...sometimes.
I tried the pumpkin pancakes and it was worth it, they are good.
That first morning eating pumpkin pancakes, three year old Zizza and eight month old Enzo polished off four apiece. If I hadn't been hooked before, that would have done it.
Now a days I make them just about every time we have breakfast for dinner. The pumpkin in there counts as a vegetable see, and that makes me feel better about things nutritionally.
I also like to use whole wheat flour in this recipe. It gives the pancakes a nice texture.
True the picky child inside of me, my favorite way to eat them is with nothing but plenty of melted butter.
Syrup or cinnamon sugar are fine too but butter alone is just so good I don't need to bother with anything else.
By the way, thanks Stacey

Dinner

I made braised short ribs for dinner tonight.
Actually the Mr and I tag teamed it on the ribs last night, then after church today I just moved the whole pan from the fridge to the oven to reheat.
They were good folks, really good.
The best part was, I think, the juices. So delish. And good news! There's a whole bunch left over! The plan is to re-purpose it into soup later in the week. I'll let you know how that goes. There are a few ideas floating around in my head. Possibilities that include things like barley and mashed potato dumplings. I'll let you know what I decide.

Drat!

I missed another day. That makes three. I don't think I can claim any kind of victory over NaBloPoMo this year. I'll still pull through with 30 posts in 30 days but I can't in good conscience call it a win after missing 3.
Next year I'll know better than to start an intriguing series of books during the month. That's why I missed last night. I forgot to post before I started reading. I'm going to finish the last book tonight, I'm so close. Once it's done I'll get my focus back.
I'm going to be doing some sewing this coming week. It seems like ages since I made anything.
I've got a baby dress to get ready for next Sunday.
Silk chiffon, mmm I love that stuff.

I went to the Chinese bakery
To get a loaf of bread
She asked me what my was
and this is what I said

My name is El-eye El-eye
Chickel-eye Chickel-ey
Pom-pom beauty
Walla Walla whiskey
Indian Cheif,
How

Five years I've been waiting to teach this gem of a clapping game to my child. Time after time I fail.
Admittedly, my first attempt (I think she was two) was a little early.
She's five now. That's old enough for kindergarten, old enough for recess. She should be ready.
It's time to launch initiative "Teach Zizza to Play School-Yard Clapping Games"
I think I'll start in with something a little simpler than the above. "Peas Porridge" would be a good one. Also example videos might be a beneficial tool. This one comes to mind. Sorry, embedding is disabled so you'll have to go to the link.
I'll let you know the initiative proceeds.

Thanks be the giving

Mercifull Heavens I am full!
I made a sweet potato pie this year. This is the first time I've had that partucular pie and I tell you, it was delicious.  That is why I ate 2 pieces and that is why I feel rather plumpish and sickish right now.
I hope your pie eating was equally satisfying.

Imagine

Imagine you've spent your afternoon baking.
There's a pie in the oven and two dozen perfectly shaped butter-horn sweet potato rolls on the counter puffing themselves up in anticipation as they await their turn in the oven.
Your younger children are at the table sharing a snack and you step upstairs to check on the progress of the room cleaning assigned to your older child.
The sound of laughter mingles with the smell of baking peach pie and they waft up the stairs together. You smile to yourself, happy that the two so enjoy one another's company.
The timer sounds and you decend to retrieve the golden beauty from the oven.
As the room comes into view you notice something odd. There's some kind of light peach-ish goo hanging from the boy's extended finger as he swings it around.
Realization hits and you exclaim using the boy's full name and rushing to snatch the mutilated dough lump from his hands. You're only just in time to stop him feeding a sizable glob to his baby sister.
Three would-be rolls are missing from the pan with a fourth smeared hopelessly out of shape.
As you might imagine, the boy does not finish his dinner.