Yesterday was the 4th of July, the American Independence Day, for those of my readers outside the U.S. I did a lot of driving and cooking, but, otherwise, it was a quiet day here. That is, until the fireworks' fanatics began to blow things up! It sounded like a battle was raging all throughout our small area! The ambulances' and the firetrucks' sirens added to the ambience, and we and the cats sat, wild-eyed, on the couches, looking at how a huge firetruck was trying to squeeze itself into a tiny alley just behind our fence. It's a dead-end street, so the firetruck - and the ambulance and the police car that followed it - had to back out of there after finishing their business, scraping our fence in the process!
|Moon pie. Two graham cracker layers |
with marshmallow in the middle
and chocolate coating outside were not enough.
Crazy people also deep-fried it in some batter
and dusted it with powder sugar!
|Sorry, Reina doesn't like me to take her pictures.|
I wrote two versions of a post for Mr. P.'s blog, and now am waiting in a kind of a limbo, what he will say. To tell the truth, I don't really feel satisfied with what I wrote. I would like to re-write it, but, - too late! - he already called to say that he will edit and post it in his blog. You are welcome to read it there, although, I already posted it, and you might've read it here, in my blog. Anyway: his blog's name is An Attitude of Gratitude. It's very popular and worth reading even without my part in it. I wouldn't want to lose you to my shrink, though!