A Treasure Found at Home

i used to bake a lot. but, since moving to ca, i haven’t really baked as much. i’m not sure why. gas ovens? small kitchens? there are lots of possibilities.

last weekend, however, i was baking up a storm. i managed applesauce (which i know isn’t actually baking, but it still smells grand), two batches of seven layer bars, turtle cake, and these fun little super easy peanut butter ball cookies that even my wheat allergy friends can eat!

fantastico!

the seven layer bars are the ones i secretly call the ‘hundred dollar cookies’ because it would cost $100 to ship a batch to ireland before they got stale. they went smoothly, as usual. one batch is going to the shambhala community planning potluck tonight. one batch is getting shared between owice and the office.

the peanut butter balls were already eaten by owice, m, and the sunday morning shambhala participants.

the applesauce and the turtle cake are tagged for rs supper club tomorrow night.

my grandpa taught me how to make this applesauce last july; we were lucky to still find the right sort of apples in the store. at that time, he had me quarter the apples top to bottom. yesterday, though, after being prompted by a.h.w.o.s.g., i halved them horizontally first. what a happy surprise. (i think i knew this on some level, but it still felt like a gift.)