Last night I baked a cherry pie. It was Emil's last dessert of the month. I took pictures, those will have to get posted later.
It was a lot of fun pitting the cherries. Although it looked more like I had murdered them. The pitter, which has a shield, worked like magic. I can't wait to buy olives.
Back to the cherries. They were a bit juicy. That meant that juice was all over my hands, the table and basically everywhere. Cherry juice is a dark red. Fortunately it does not stain.
I wondered how I was going to try to explain that at church today...
The banana bread is because I bought bananas for Sunday school (I also had grapes, apples and danish, why am I surprised that I had leftovers of everything except the danish -I'm not really surprised, I expected that).
It smells divine in our house.
And my timer has gone off. This was not a five minute post. Nor is it a scented-blog... don't you wish? Cinnamon. The house smells like baking cinnamon. Yum.