Baujahr!

Mini-vacation starts today.  Which means we drive, in the heat, to some place even hotter than it is here at home.

I need to start planning better vacations.

I like to think that the Plate’s eye looks a little like a macaroon.  So that maybe, in the end, he became a cookie after all.  An over-baked, disgusting, never-gonna-get-eaten cookie.