Today I needed a boost, and offered to make a blueberry cobbler for supper. Turns out that David isn't fond of cobbler, with the biscuit topping. I suggested blueberry crisp and he countered with chocolate chip cookies. Got everything out and started and suddenly had a brain fart. I know that a single batch needed 1 tsp of something, but could not for the life of me remember if it was baking powder or baking soda. I had to check the recipe.
I have been making those suckers for 60 years, and haven't needed a recipe for most of that. Just shoot me now!
Why did I need a boost? I seem to remember a poem that has a line that refers to "night creeping in on little cat feet" or something like that. With the cold fall weather, I could feel depression "creeping in on little cat feet", and I'm not going there. Of course, a good discussion on how to slice a leek, gets the blood stirring, and I guess that should help too.
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