Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Another hike

We hiked a new trail, rocky and very steep. We quietly walked by a doe well hidden in the trees.


But again the view was well worth it.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Friday, April 6, 2012

The lasagna hike

For lasagna this good,
You must start with this: flour and free-range eggs.
Knead until nice and smooth, let rest for half an hour.
These spaghetti noodles were made with olive oil dough alla Lidia. Will let you know if they are any good.
A little pisolino after that wonderful lunch? Not a chance. And even though it looked like it was going to rain or snow, we enjoyed our hike up to the top along with dozens of other people and their dogs.




And to cap off a great day, a bluebird sighting on our way down the mountain.


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Yadhtrib

Flowers

Red Velvet Cake

Friday, March 30, 2012

Visitors


The visitors decided to prune our cherry tree, something that we have been putting off. But as soon as they sensed my presence ( I took these pictures through the window) they quickly hightailed it to the front yard.
I ran out to the deck and got one picture before they left the backyard.




Then they slowly sauntered up the street stopping to nibble on the neighbours shrubs.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Italian cooking school - Day four

We watch as the Chef beats sugar and eggs into a frothy lemon colour. The brandy is added and then the flour is expertly folded into the egg mixture.
Once the cake has cooled one of the students slathers the cake with the brandy-laced icing.
This is the Pigna di Pasqua.
We are also treated to cookies made by the Chef.
We present the Chef with a bouquet of flowers for her patience this week as we attempted to cook Italian.
Cake and tea.
We are done with cooking so we spend the rest of the day exploring.
An intricately carved totem pole downtown.
Is someone throwing that stool out?
It's a dome, not an Italian dome, but what are you going to do. They tried.
We stop at the quilt shop and get lots of neat ideas.
Our favourite bead store is right across the street; the wind chimes get our attention.
And then before you know it, you are back home.