I did hear some rustling from behind the settee as I was telling SM that I had found yet another grown up who had outgrown their hearts and imaginations. We'll just see about that. Gonna have to send Jess one of our renditions of said wee folk and coax the youngster back into her thinking. What do you say bloggie buddies? Are you clapping your hands for the fae. Well shame on you if your not and I'm sure you'll be thrice blessed come spring if you are.
And secondly, I have seen a model T and I ain't going back to hitching a wagon again.
What the hell is it you say? I got a food processor for a present and I know the rest of you uptown folk have had one for years, but the lowland people here, have stuck to our old ways and used a paring knife and other dull instruments of destruction in the kitchen. It's absolutely shocking how quickly I sliced and diced and there was no blood on the potatoes. My family will probably enjoy the meals in spite of the fact it will have a different taste to it now that Oma is not included in the ingredients.