What would an Indian household’s evening be if there is no item to accompany our freshly brewed tea? Or people like me can imagine a day without having a glass of milk without our favourite cookies to binge upon? 201 more words
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Sometimes when people ask me why I moved to America, I tell them “Lucky Charms”. That isn’t totally accurate, but I do love a bowl of lucky charms after a busy Sunday or at the end of a day at the beach. 328 more words
Last year we moved my mother’s rhubarb plants from their once sunny garden spot to a new place in our garden. We dug up a friend’s plant too and divided it but neglected to keep it watered and weeded, so this year only a few of the divisions have come up. 459 more words
This fruit cake is probably the simplest thing I’ve ever made.
The basic idea is that you soak some dried mixed fruit in fruit juice overnight, then add some flour and bake it, then while it’s still warm you wrap it in foil and put it in the fridge and the next day you have the most delicious, moist fruit cake. 458 more words