Look like this:
They tasted good and were gobbled up (once people figured out that the white ones weren’t cheese) but they did not taste as good as:
Danielle’s cupcakes, which disappeared from the tray in five minutes flat. I’m serious. I didn’t even get one and that’s not fair.
Photo credits go to my daughter, Cate, who asked to take pictures of both desserts because the cupcakes were “cute” and the Jello Jigglers were…well, to tell you the truth, I don’t remember why she wanted to take a picture of the Jello Jigglers.
I think I asked her, come to think of it.
Being a blogger and all.
Anyway, I’d like to express my gratitude for your kind responses to my “treatise” of two days ago. I knew you’d understand this yearning—a longing that is so near and dear and familiar to us Moms. My husband is different from me—gee, do ya think?—in that he doesn’t hover about the newborns at all the social functions like I do.
Yet he’d welcome another as quick as a wink and for that I’m truly thankful.
And that’s all for now, folks. I hope you’re enjoying your holiday weekend as much as we are. The weather here in Minnesota is sunny and hot—so hot, in fact, that the kids (and the husband) started to wilt during our afternoon walk and promptly passed out on our return.
I curled up on the couch with an old favorite, The Penderwicks, which is the perfect summer read and did you see that her new book’s now available? (Okay, so it’s been listed on Amazon since April but I’m slow. You know that.) Evidently, in this latest tale Mr. Penderwick starts dating. I’m not sure how I’ll feel about that, let alone his four girls.
Must away. The early evening breezes beckon.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
PS. We made a very yummy summer salad for supper tonight. I’ve posted it on my cooking blog.
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