No words enough to tell you the fun and laughing and talktalk and dining and more talk, more talk, til we were brimmed full and overflowing. I cannot remember a more fun weekend in a LONG time---it’s really memorable when you laugh so much your face hurts.
Lots more telling and pictures---just for now, the bounty of homemade cookies Kim made for us. I’ll get her to “guest tell” about the kinds and maybe the recipes later.
And the photos don’t show the absolute marvel of those cookies---they are IMMENSE. That Macy box measures about six inches high and at least fourteen square---it could have held a good-sized Spring hat, with room for coupla new hankies and a pair of white gloves.
We ate some just for nibbles, and several at our “picnic” lunch, and brought home several dozen. Since Kim had quoted Annelle Dupuy’s “freezes beautifully,” I’ve opted to save most of them for a little tea party we’re having next month, so we’ll have a “Kim Dish” on the table. Somebody who makes all this, including melting-crisp butter cookies neatly stitched with little fork-pokes all round REALLY loves you.
They were already wrapped in fours or sixes in layers of Saran, with the delicate Butter ones in twos, and Caro managed to get nearly all of them into this handy air-tight box in her freezer. She had to uproot the two ice creams, hers and ours, from their accustomed center stage, and though the vanilla was as laid back and mellow as usual, the Fudge Tracks was grumpy and stuck his tongue out in a razzberry every time we opened the door.
I just like walking by and opening the door to gaze on all the love and meaning in that box.
The trip was all we hoped and much more, so Moire non when I get more organized.