
The way we start all red sauces at our house. Browned butter, garlic and chopped onion. This was the start of New Years Eve Lasagna, Big Grandma's recipe.
and other musings.


And the dog, doesn't she look so structured and uptight right there? She is watching my husband, whom she considers a god, and she is not about to let him out of her sight.






I was not quick enough on the trigger to get the untouched whipped cream swirl.

And I had to get a shot of Mini-Poppy, cleaning the side of the cup. Just like my Dad, his Poppy would.


And it isn't Thanksgiving without the pumpkin pie.
Hoping this will last.

