Friday, October 21, 2005

A little Martha never hurt anyone

So during the blissful two hours that my children were out of the house this morning (C at school and A at Mother's Morning Out, which is, I suppose, glorified group babysitting but we like to call it pre-pre-school around here) I communed with my kitchen.

The results are as follows:

One loaf of rosemary olive bread, courtesy of Rebecca's breadmaker;

Pumpkin tarts, thanks to Phantom Scribbler's crust recipe;

and Elegant Beef Stew, thanks to my crockpot.

Thanks to everyone who caused my mother to remark upon her entrance to my home that something smelled good. Now if only it tastes as good as it smelled....