i still make treats.
i mean, of course i do.
but this time,
i had some help.
closing out a sweet summer vacation of good times
with my two favorite girls,
we got busy with our bakery skills,
and took our Folk Life festivities to eleven.
what can i tell you, neighbors?
harvest and maple kept it expert all week,
so we made some tarts together to celebrate another 'nother
fully activated expanse of time together.
check the four-step tart time-type teleport:
brown sugar makes it all better,
and butter gets top notch like 'scotch,
and with some vegan creamy hottness from the future?
it's the perfect blended beige blop for a puffy pastry bite-sized cup.
vanilla frosting in a floret on top makes the sweetness mellow out,
and a buttery hopscotch drizzle of homestyle caramel sauce takes it home.
those girls made sure we had the best times ever.
family togetherness is what we do best.
making treats is a close second.
summer is basically over as far as i'm concerned.
the kids went home this morning,
and the house is a hole tonight.
over and over,
filled, full, failing, fruitless, fresh, forever and ever...
this is all there ever is, y'all;
never quiet, never soft.....