For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: bluff.
This poem is NOT part of the Falling Angels series of poems. This one is fun and silly and rhymes. This one is for today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: amenable.
For today’s Ragtag Daily Promt: cloudscape.
I keep trying to spell it cloudescape….
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crow.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: melancholy.
Katherine White Burling was my maternal grandmother, and this recipe is attributed to her. I still have the small three ring binder that my mother gave me when I was in high school, explaining that my sister and I had to do some of the cooking. We told her what we wanted to make and she would write the recipe in our book and help us. I wrote this recipe out in the 1970s.
preheat the oven to 350 F
cream: 1 C sugar
1/2 C butter
while the butter is softening enough to cream, cut up fruit: apples, pears, peaches, rhubarb, or use berries…
Add to the creamed butter:
1 C flour
1 tsp baking powder
Spread in in a buttered, floured pan. Cover with chopped fruit: apples, pears, peaches. This one was local plums and blueberries.
Sprinkle with sugar and lemon juice
Dot with butter on top.
Bake for 30-40 minutes, depending on your oven.
Cook until browned a little in the part that rises around the fruit, and when a toothpick comes out clean.
I am submitting this to today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: Kaleidoscope, because the torte reminds me of a kaleidoscope.
More fog for the Ragtag Daily Prompt today. We were walking in the sun and the fog was creeping in behind us. We went back quickly, before the fog really took over.
This is for today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: vista. The other night was such a beautiful sunset. I felt guilty last night going to bed without going down for the sunset….
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt today.
Canvas is the sails, of course. I took this in Baltimore Harbor in 2016.
Happy Incendiary Device that Is Not Blowing People Up Day.
Happy Forth of July.
Happy Indigenous People Day.
But earlier in time: Happy Extinct Dinosaur Day.
Remember the Dinosaurs.
The book appeared in my Little Free Library Box. I read about pine siskins today. Mine have left or migrated or something. I miss them, particularly Brave, who would let me stroke him or her.
I am inveigling travel plans, to see an older friend with cancer, this month.
Love to all and be careful with any explosive devices.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: inveigle.