Tonight was oven-baked Ziti with garlic bread and a veggie. It came out better than my attempt at cinnamon bread. Can’t all be winners, I suppose.

They tasted okay, I guess. The trouble I think was with the yeast. I’m not very experienced with it, so it didn’t rise as much as it should have. As a result, they were a little flat. I got the recipe from Joy the Baker, who, in case you didn’t know, rocks the kitchen like Zeppelin rocked the Stairway to Heaven. She does amazing and beautiful stuff. I bet HER bread always rises.
Anyway, I tried. I’ll give it another shot. I’m not one to quit so easily. I’m going to walk away from them for a little while. The recipe is here, on Joy’s site. There you can see how they are SUPPOSED to look.
Ah well, enjoy some photos instead.
The view from my backyard:

The little black specks in this picture happens to be birds. Lots, n lots of birds.
Majestic Mt. Baker:

Not sure what kind of mushroom this is, but it’s adorable! I like it’s little tail thingie.

Junk growing in my yard:


Nooksack Falls, near Mt. Baker:

and, finally, more water from a stream at the foot of Mt. Baker:


That’s all. For now. It’s a beautiful time of year around here for getting some really good photos. I just hope they haven’t slowed the site down to a crawl in terms of loading.
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Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

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I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
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It all loaded fine for me. i love the colours in your pics. Can you see all of that from your backyard?
Not the mountains and falls, no. But they’re only a short thirty minute drive away. The foliage and birds and plants, yes. Those are all visible from my back porch. I forgot to mention we’ve moved. It’s been an incredibly busy summer….