Andy cooks. And bakes. Just like a little grand-mother.
Except I don't wear velcro shoes and pinch your cheeks and watch soap operas in the afternoon.
There was a time when I felt like an aging creature because I saw some photos of myself that I hated, and I started feeling wrinkled, just like one of these dried apple people:
I especially love the surprised looking one with the teeth. That is how I feel in the morning when I am rushed. And the stylish silver haired ladies looking like they just stepped out of a salon. And the one with the hat is how I feel in the fall time when it's chilly and I'm bundled up waiting for the bus!
Of course, I am not at the Apple Person stage yet physically,
but it prompted me to create an alter-ego named Myrtle:
"Myrtle needs help with yard work, and has a dish filled with hard rock candy, pennywhistles, and moonpies. She likes sardines in a can, Lakota, and watching the telly before bedtime at 8:00. Myrtle makes jam, and pie, and sometimes jam pie. Her fingers are not as nimble as they used to be, and this is all she will type..."
I planned on diving into hilarity with really spontaneous photoshoots, buying turquoise nylon jogging suits, mall walking at 8:00 am with white runners... Alas, this is not to be because Myrtle is tired and achy right now. But she DID take pics of her food concoctions and here they are:
Blueberry Pie
Pumpkin Pie
Plum Tart
After I took these lovely pictures of pies cooling in the open air, a squirrely squirrel decided to come along and nibble on the plum tart and the pumpkin pie. He stole a heart, that knave of tarts!! I forgive him though. Animals enjoy being humorously sneaky too, and I've got to give him an A+ for stealth!
image from simplynaturephotos.com
