Careful Doctor, there might be some Daleks hiding in the large one.
It's the weekend, no on call, all the laundry and household chores done, Dad safely on his way to the Sierras to spend part of the summer with my cousin L (more on that later) on her acreage way up where the deer and antelope play. For the first time in several months, my first novel done and copy edited, in production at the publishers, my time is literally mine to own.
I'm staying at the Crash Pad to hang out with Indy friends this weekend. It worked out well, as Partner had a flight out of Indy and back this week, the fare $300 less than from the airport close to the Range. But Tam broke an incisor (ouch) and Girls Day Out (with backup) was put off until she was feeling better. So for today, some cookie baking, some exploring the countryside on foot or bikes and Abby is going to get her first visit to the park with the big creek if it's not too hot this afternoon (Update: It wasn't and pictures of Abby the Land Muffin venturing into the water for the first time tomorrow). Then tomorrow, either a big sleep in (much needed) or range time, and more food and dog hair for everyone before I head up to the Range in the afternoon to start a week of telework of the "annoy an attorney" kind of stuff.
In the Scandahoovian Kitchen, there are always four things. Swedish (Dala) horses (they're everywhere!) baking stuff, bacon and lingonberries. If you've never tried Swedish lingonberries, please do. They're great on pancakes, oat porridge and bread as well as meat (the Christmas party crockpot full of meatballs with a lingonberry based sauce disappeared faster than most campaign promises).
And to consume lingonberries (OK, now I'm thinking buffalo medallions with a spiced lingonberry sauce and mashed potatoes for dinner). Or maybe pork chops dredged in seasoned flour with roasted onions and cheddar garlic biscuits.
