fired up.

the list for july 4th: peaches and fireworks.

done and done.

cobbled.

after i was sick (and unsure of what made me so), i felt i had to be cooking everything in the fridge to kill the pathogens. while not everything (or potentially, anything) in the refrigerator was "tainted," i made a peach cobbler, which was delicious.

there's no recipe. i can't remember how i did it.

peaches for my peach.

i went back to harlem for the first time since i moved away. i love it there. michelle and alex live just blocks from my previous apartment, which is just poetic justice. they moved there almost immediately after i jumped ship.

of course, i could not show up empty-handed. i had some ripe peaches laying around, and decided to make scones. scones do not take much sugar, and i accidentally poured in a little too much, which i attempted to scoop out of the bowl. i forgot i was only making a half-batch. when this happens, the scones spread out and turn into cake. blake calls them scookies. yes, i have done this before.
this time, they were a little extra sugary, but michelle ate two. i guess that means they were good. she's pregnant, you know, so it's unsure. i am convinced that her taste buds are off ever since she went to the aquarium and wanted to eat the specimen.