Daily Notes- November Eight--again

Flaky Apple Tart.  Bon Appetite.com

MY parchment paper often looks like this.  Burnt around the edges.  Love the apple circles.  Love, more, the scoop of ice cream.  This looks like something I NEED to bake, eat and then repeat.

Haven't watched any news since the wee hours of this morning.  Sun shining.  Bank meeting with investments.  All okay.  Riding it out. Paid property taxes.  Ugh!!  Very high here in Maine.

G is working on blowing the fall leaves off the grass into the wild sides of the yard.  We like a mix of landscaped and wild.  He and Riley walked and now off to buy gas for the leaf blower.  I like to rake but G does not.  So--noise which makes the dog's ears hurt.  But first we'll go have a late lunch somewhere.  Remember I married a man who loves eating out.

I prepped two bowls of honey yogurt, Bran Buds and segments of the red Texas grapefruit we got at Trader Joe's last Friday.  I layer it just as written and then cover with a lid or plastic and let the bran buds get soaked in juice.  My most favorite lunch when I worked.  Any fruit that makes some juice is good like this.  I had some grapefruit left over--need another container of yogurt.

Made pizza last night.  I thought it was Thursday football night.  It was Wednesday.
Neighbor is doing better now with a cast on her arm and dog kenneled.