After pulling myself away from the laptop, I headed into the kitchen on a mission. Soon, the lovely whir of my KitchenAid Artisan mixer had me completely caught up in the joy of baking a special treat for my husband. Once again being able to fill my tiny glass bowls (a gift from my sister) with pre-measured ingredients, along with the sight of my favorite wooden spoon I would need for making the pastry creme, made me realize I had been missing out on the simple pleasure of baking, by my silly attempt to curb my appetite for sugar.
What a delight it was, to once again use my beautiful pink depression glass cake pedestal that a dear friend gave me years ago!
With lunchtime fast approaching, we headed out a bit earlier than our usual schedule for our daily walk. We noticed the sun had come out, and the freshly fallen snow from the night before was a striking contrast to the darker tones of the surrounding landscape. Strangely, everywhere I looked, began to remind me of of what I knew was back home chilling in the fridge.
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In my mind, I was seeing powdered sugar everywhere . . .
We had walked nearly 3 miles by the time we arrived at my favorite spot to just sit and gaze. This place was the real masterpiece of the day, and one I was not willing to mess up with my footprints.
24 hours later, 1 portion remains . . .
I look forward to returning my lovely pink pedestal dish to its spot in the cupboard.
