A friend mentioned that the orchards near his workplace were in full bloom, so we went out to see if the assessment was accurate. Yes and no. We saw some fully-blossoming orchards, and others that were a week or two away from blossoming. Still saw some lovely scenery, and it’s nice to see that grapes and wineries haven’t completely taken over the area that used to be completely covered in fruit orchards.
Pretty sure this was a cherry tree.
Cherries, or possibly plums.
I don’t know – you tell me. Cherries?
Saturday was the annual Fluff Festival in Somerville, Mass. Like me, many of you are probably wondering what Fluff is (I’d heard of a “fluffernutter,” but I didn’t know what it was until my co-workers enlightened me a few months ago). Fluff is a brand name for what most of us call marshmallow creme. In New England, however, it’s Fluff. Somerville is where Fluff was invented, and its factory currently resides, so it’s only natural that the town would want to celebrate Fluff. This was the eighth annual “What the Fluff?” celebration.
The very Fluff used in the Fluff Jousting competition.
Did somebody say “Fluff Jousting?” So messy, but fun.
Waiting for the next group of jousters.
Marshmallow guns were selling like hotcakes, and the marshmallows all over the roads and sidewalk were their own sort of marshmallow creme on the bottoms of revelers’ shoes.
The Flufferettes with a past Pharoah of Fluff (a Whoopie Pie-rate).
A contestant after “Blind Man’s Fluff,” in which teams of two (one blindfolded), make and eat a fluffernutter. In order to win, the teammate whose mouth is full of peanut butter and fluff must sing the Fluff jingle.
This week, Sue’s dictionary fell open to the word “mistake,” and Sue has challenged us to share our photographic mistakes. I, naturally, never make a mistake in a photograph (without deleting it immediately), so I don’t have anything to share that fits exactly with Sue’s challenge. However, I have plenty of photos of mistakes made by others (and a couple of my own). So, here goes.
Tell the police to stop being so juvenile!
Oooh, a bargain!
Watch what you’re doing with that finger, Mister Cactus.
Wearing a skirt and shoes with mirrors on them. Genius.
My daughter’s birthday cake when it was finished. Schrute Farm Beets!
My daughter’s birthday cake when it got to her apartment. Happy 21st! This represents how your head will feel in the morning!
I may have mentioned in the past that I like to bake. So, when I see the word “decadent,” my mind immediately flashes to some of the more delicious creations that have come out of my oven.
Double chocolate cupcakes with chocolate ganache icing, and apple spice cupcakes infused with homemade caramel, iced with ginger apple spice frosting and drizzled with caramel. NOM.
Red velvet and vanilla cupcakes, with dark chocolate rum ganache and marshmallow cream frosting.
I need to dig this recipe back out. It was a chocolate brownie-type crust, with a cream cheese filling, more brownie, mini-marshmallows and chocolate frosting. One bite’s really all you need.
That’s my take on “decadent.” If you have photos you think would fit the theme, and you’d like to share, head on over to A Word in Your Ear for the rules.
I’ve known for a while that Chloe is a cow who gets around, but I was stunned, stunned I tell you, to find her tasting cheeses in Portland, Maine. Some say a picture’s worth a thousand words. Others say pics or it didn’t happen. That’s right, I caught that cow red-handed and pink-nosed in a Cabot Cheese shop, and here’s the picture to prove it. I bet her family in Idaho will be surprised to discover what Chloe gets up to when they’re not looking!