After the Storm

I’m without words. The bittersweet feeling that I had such a great time, I wish I would’ve been able to share it with their parents. I probably overstepped and sending them the pictures with the #WhatYouMissed2021 

Oops

It wouldn’t have been the same with them there. Let’s just say there might have been some booboo’s, self-inflicted, compounded by Olive’s need to excel, where she might have cried with huge alligator tears, “I want my mom.” Whatcha gonna do? I couldn’t  move in for a hug, I’m sitting backwards on the front of Bark, (His name is written in the sides). If I did that and we all three went in? I think I bribed, or made Mia try it as penance for made rocking Bark while Olive was standing.

And it was cold when the wind came up. 

Oops.

On my agenda is to prepare a red velvet cake, like they do during the emancipation celebration and Juneteenth celebrations. The old fashion way, wood coals.

You have to buy the wood here, keeps from spreading some disease. I won’t pay $1.50/chunk so pilfered the two neighboring campsites, who bailed early, and got me $15 worth, like the retired solo campers are bound to do. 

I was going to use charcoal and Girl Scout juice but my son in law, Ben raised the stakes with the rhubarb pie, and ice cream, for his own birthday. 

No thermometer, so I’m winging it.

 Some coals on top, raised above the others...
But does it tastes as good as it looks? (I didn’t make my own frosting).

It was so good, I had seconds. 

#IKnewThatWouldHappen

 I kept telling them to put clips on the chips cuz it was 82% humidity. Nope, all the opened bags are stale. Hmm.... casserole meat! There are a lot of stale chips. 

When you have lemons, make lemonade. Or in my case, a beautiful pancake from this morning, carefully preserved. Add tuna salad, cheese and lettuce and it’s a tuna fish pancake!

Scrumptious.

I still have breakfast to use the stale chips.