One of the best things you'll find in Folsom.
Grateful that my sister loves me so much that she sent one home with my son who was up there this week.
Trying to take a least one worthy photo which captures the essence of my world that day
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Not Exactly the Breakfast of Champions
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| Not exactly the breakfast of champions, but pretty darn good to the taste anyway! |
Aunt Sally filled in for mom as she enjoys her R & R up north. She did a stand up job spoiling me with a hearty, scrumptious breakfast, even after a few falls that Aunt Sally endured while watching over me. It was nice to have some space between mom and me and it made me appreciate everything she does for me even more.
Saturday, October 11, 2014
God had Other Plans
There was a time I doubted I would ever make it here again. God had other plans.
I'm so glad he did.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Pink Cookies
These delicacies are part of my Mexican heritage. On Sunday's my grandfather would often drop by the house in the morning with a pot of menudo in one hand and, much to our delight, a bag of pan dulce in the other. He didn't often bring the giant pink cookies, but when he did it was a tough choice between those and the ones with crispy sugar crusting the top of soft, sweet bread.
Years later, our local grocery store began carrying the big pink cookies and every once in a while, I would grab a few from the bakery shelf. One day the grocery bagger looked at the clear plastic bag holding my cookies and asked me, "What are these called?"
"I'm not sure," I replied, "I call them pink cookies." And that's what they are.
Years later, our local grocery store began carrying the big pink cookies and every once in a while, I would grab a few from the bakery shelf. One day the grocery bagger looked at the clear plastic bag holding my cookies and asked me, "What are these called?"
"I'm not sure," I replied, "I call them pink cookies." And that's what they are.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Broken Resolve
There was all this talk about it being National Doughnut Day. It broke my resolve.
Every inch of it.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Don't Be Fooled
This little donut shop may look like a hole in the wall, but inside this building are the best donuts in town...possibly the best donuts in Southern California.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Putting the Top Back
When I bought my bug almost four years ago I told Brie that I would drive with the top down as much as possible. When the weather is right it's a wonderful feeling to feel the air whirl around you and catch the sounds and aromas that you miss with a hard top. Yesterday as we headed to my brother's I asked Brie if she wanted the top down. I held my breath, afraid of the response. I was happy when she replied affirmatively.
It made the stop at In-N-Out even more satisfying.
It as a lovely drive and a good day in SoCal.
It made the stop at In-N-Out even more satisfying.
It as a lovely drive and a good day in SoCal.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
On Wednesday the Rain Came Down
Been loving the rain this year. It doesn't go on for days, the rain does its duty and then the sun follows quickly behind, making for deep blue skies filled with clouds full of character.
Yesterday my poor little slug bug was looking pathetic as it was covered, ironically enough, in bug guts, a byproduct of all the driving I've done over the last week.
Thought of taking my poor little baby to the car wash, but I knew the rains were coming. Thought about leaving it outside of the garage last night, but made do with taking it out during lunch time. It didn't pour as much as I was hoping it would, but still she looks better than she did before.
Took a quick break from lunch to treat myself to a cafe mocha and a cinnamon bun...not the best idea.
Got myself some eye candy as I drove to Target to buy some groceries for the week.
And just in case a photo op came along down the aisles of Target...
On the way home.
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