Homecoming for the cutie

I emailed my sister-in-law (SIL) recently and whined that I haven't seen pics of the cute little niece (knowing full well that last year I got homecoming pics and that there HAD to be some new pictures floating around). After dropping big hints, I got these pictures.

Wow.

Ok, that is all that came to mind right away.
Wow.
Pretty isn't she?!
Nice dress. Love it.
Nice touch of wind.
Yeah, Wow.

Oh, wait- maybe this picture isn't Homecoming. I think it's how she looks when she goes to her ballet class. Yeah, that how she looks every time she goes to class.
(ok, fine, Halloween and a play)

Of course, SIL sent a cool picture of her craftiness. Where I tend to be a Costco type of flower girl (if even that), she is one of those who knows how to do things, AND make it look cool.

My neighbor's name is Daniel, but it is pronounced Danielle. I have a very hard time looking him in the face and calling him the same name as the cutie. But then again, I had the same problem with Michel (which is Michael)(pronounced Michelle).

Cornbread anyone?

Back in the old days (that would be the California old days), MainMan and I would go to the local Marie Calander's and munch down on yummy food. Of course, one of our favs was the cornbread with honey butter. So much so, that I started making it at home. Then it came out in the grocery store and it was even easier.

But, alas, there isn't any Marie Calender's corn bread mix up here in Quebecville. For that matter, it took me like two years for even find a corn bread mix (I found corn meal after a year).


It's funny-it says in the title that Organics brand, but it doesn't really say it is organic. Ok, fine, just a little nitpicking on my part. Then I turned it over and happened on the list of what you are supposed to add. Organic oil? I mean, I guess I get the organic egg, but oil? What's next? Organic water?
And finally, just a little glimpse of the lake after sunset. Yeah, it's pretty. Except for raking several million leaves, fall is really nice here.

blackberries . . . yummmm

I love blackberries. I used to go berry picking as a child. We had a couple blackberry vines (bushes?) in our yard, plus the "woods" next to our house had some too. There were other areas close by (such as a field up the street) but I wasn't really allowed to go there by myself. Yeah, yeah, the little sister wasn't allowed but the big brother was . . . another story for another time. LOL

I always look at blackberries at the grocery store. "Look" is the key word here. Normally, blackberries are expensive. But, the other day, I noticed such pretty blackberries that I looked up at the price. $1.00 per package. Mind you, these were small packages, but still. Good price. And the blackberries were huge and plump. I thought for a moment, then I loaded up my basket with 4 packages.

What to make? Well, blackberry pie? Or cobbler? Hmm, if I did pie, then that would mean making a pie shell. If I did cobbler, it would mean dumping in a dish and putting a crust on top. The second sounded easiest. So, off I went to my computer to find a recipe. First stop (and last stop): The Pioneer Woman.

The Pioneer Woman had posted a couple cobbler recipes a while back. One was the basic cobbler I grew up eating. But the other one -well, it looked easy but almost too much like a muffin. But, it was EASY. I thought for a minute. EASY won out.

(image from The Pioneer Woman web site-click to go the recipe)

I didn't really think it would be the bubbling, moist with blackberry juice, cobbler of the past. But, I was wrong. When it came out of the oven, it was bubbling with juice. And looked more like cobbler than muffin top. AND, it tasted like cobbler.

This recipe is a keeper. Tastes good, easy to make and clean up a snap. Yep, a keeper for sure!

Fall Skies that may be thinking its winter.

Nice evening sky after raking a million leaves (only a couple million left to go!).

My next little adventure is going to a fundraiser for a local museum. What is it, you ask? Bingo. In French. To raise money for a museum for a local artist/musician who is well known (but I have never heard of him). His house is now a museum and the money goes for improvements. Needless to say, this should prove interesting.