Can you tell I’m under construction again?
That brown theme is way too elegant for me, no matter how much I love it. If I can get the bugs worked out of this one – like not having a stupid line through each of my friend’s names on the blog roll – I’ll keep it.
Alice
Seems like this time of year a lot of people turn their kitchens into bakeries. Patricia McLinn not only bakes cookies to give to friends, family, and neighbors. She used to send cookies overseas to our troops. She can’t now because all the people she knew over there have come home.
BTW, you can send all kinds of other things to people in our troops, even if you don’t know them, through www.AnySoldier.com . Just not home-made food. Twinkie anyone?
In some neighborhoods you HAVE to bake something to exchange. Not in my neighborhood, but I know there are some out there. In my mother’s neighborhood, for instance.
I tried it in mine, and got a lot of pained smiles for my efforts. It didn’t take long to realize my helpful, friendly, outgoing neighbors – mostly men – didn’t want the guilt or obligation of a cookie exchange.
So here I am all set to bake with no where for the cookies to go. The kid’s won’t let me skip making gingerbread men. It wouldn’t be Christmas without them. They’ll eat most, but that still leaves a dozen or so unwanted cookies laying around the house.
I guess I’ll have to eat them.
Darn. *Grin*
Alice
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