People– like actual critters with the same number of chromosomes as you and I have– are complaining about Chinese food. I would love to have a fake, culture-appropriating Chinese restaurant in town. How cool would that be? Ah. Alas. I have to settle for a fake, culture-appropriating Mexican restaurant that offers a half way really good mushroom quesadilla.
So. Back in the real World it’s almost Christmas. And I live on a Farm in Mississippi and Daughter C lives just a few miles up the road from me. She came down to the Farm this weekend because she wanted to make some Christmas Presents and because I do not throw away craft materials, the Farm is like– dare I say it?– Utopia for anyone wanting to do crafts.
We got it all.
Daughter C decided to focus on baked goods.
[INSERT PHOTOS OF CHRISTMAS BAKED GOODS HERE]