That was the innards of the pie I baked yesterday. That is $17. worth of berries. Thank goodness they were on "sale." The pie was scrumptious and worth the money though. I baked it for the monthly potluck of our AA group. It was a lovely, but cool, evening. The hostess made posole - which was to die for. We all sat outside and talked and ate and fellowshipped. Do you know how much I dislike taking nouns and making them verbs? Like journaling. I never journal, I write in my journal. Just a little pet peeve.
I am heading out of here for a 6:30 a.m. meeting, followed by attempting to run 10 miles. Then my friend Tim (AKA the Jolly Old Elf from Montana), who I have known since I got sober, is in town and has invited me to his sister's for a barbeque. Yippeee!
Have a great sober Sunday, OK?
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Tell Big Mack hello for me.
Those berries look good!
They look berry berry good.
I would love to go pieing at your house. Damn that looks good MC!
I got to have breakfast with Big Mack and Dana, what a treat, almost as good as that pie looks.
I can't have those berries since they all have little, tiny seeds. And how ridiculously expensive are they? Sheesh. Do you have 'you pick' farms up there?
Give the gerunds a break. That's exactly what they do. Sound like a verb, Act like a noun. Happy Sunday Fellowshipping! teehee J.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm berries! I love berries. In lieu of sending Sam to college, I bought a container of blueberries last week. They were good.
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