fit fare

Got up this morning and decided to bake. Shortly thereafter a pan of biscuits was in the oven on the center rack. And not to waste a warm oven, a loaf pan of banana bread and a bundt pan of gingerbread soon occupied the top rack. Cream cheese frosting at the ready for when the treats cooled.

Realized there was no one home to lick the spoon. Oh, I could have done it myself, and believe you me I was tempted, but I heard Mama's voice in my head say "a minute on the lips five millenia on the hips." And batter batter batter is fare fit for neither KTT nor The Poopster.

So I simply filled the empty mixing bowl with water and added the spoon, then sat back to wait for the timer to chime at the requisite 35 minutes.

My house smells like November. Wish it smelled like children.