I've debated back and forth about pushing the Publish button. But I keep coming back to my overall intention for the blog, that it somehow captures the fullness of my life in its many aspects, and the Nana role is an important part of that. Don't worry. . . I won't notice if you sidle away quietly, having enough of my granddaughter tales. . .
And then we emptied our bucket onto a table on the deck . . . and somehow, the allicorn Twilight Sparkle made another appearance.
That was hard work -- good thing Nana planned ahead and made these cute little individual Baked Apple/Apple Pie hybrids from a recipe I'd long ago pinned on a Pinterest board and almost forgotten about. Turns out it makes a good compromise as a Weight Watchers dessert (mine is the littlest apple in the background, just enough pastry to get a pie-hit without racking up the WW points). . . .and it's a great way to use up pastry balls I've tucked away in the freezer. Next time I'd use a firmer apple, but this was a spur-of-the minute baking session, so I worked with what I had at hand. . . .
even if poetry gets shifted)
It's quiet, and I'm enjoying that, getting my gear ready for tomorrow (pack the Pilates clothes, remember the stack of essays I need to return, put some soup into a container for my lunch, should I iron that skirt? and what boots work best with it?) . . . and I'm feeling my granddaughter's presence still animating this space. . . .