Westie Wednesday

Duke has been a very busy boy but he said he had to take time out to do a Westie Wednesday.

He's been exploring the back yard

Overseeing the work in the basement

and posing for the camera

He's also met so many other great Westies like
Louis
Julep and Derby 
and just recently Nova

hot cross buns

Hot cross buns! Hot cross buns!
One a penny two a penny - Hot cross buns
If you have no daughters, give them to your sons
One a penny two a penny - Hot cross buns

 

I realize that hot cross buns are an Easter tradition and that Easter is over. I have a little story about these things though.
Every year around Easter they go on sale. I try to skip ordering them. They come in as a frozen roll in a case of 240. We sell them in packs of six. However sell them isn't really what we do with them. I pack them, price them, 3 days later reduce them and a couple days after that throw them away. You got it nobody buys them.
EXCEPT for one lady. She's a regular customer and she comes in every year asking if I'm going to get them in. She doesn't ask just once, she asks EVERY time she comes in. I tell her I'll try but can't promise anything. This is actually a little white lie. I can get them in I just don't want to. She buys 2 packs and then I'm stuck with 228 more rolls to try and get rid of without losing too much money.
I came up with a plan to try and disguise these little things as something else.
I present to you fruit and nut sticky pull aparts.

 I think they look rather good.

It's Monday, lets talk about Friday

This isn't going to be one of those "I hate Monday" posts. I'm not about to tell you how I can't wait until Friday. Instead, I'm going to talk about my love hate relationship with Friday's. You're probably wondering how anyone could possibly hate a Friday. I don't completely hate them. Recall I said "love" hate relationship. It's not even all Friday's that I have a problem with. It's only every other one.
You see every other Friday I have to do an inventory on my department. That alone isn't so bad. I don't know how this happens but people around here must know which week we do inventory and that is when they plan their parties, picnics or events. That is when they call and order bread, cakes or whatever else they may need for said events. They even call that day and order them. I'm pretty sure they do this just to tick me off, I'm convinced of it. They know what kind of attitude I have.

So last Friday, it was inventory. I had my regular baking, I had an order for 18 loaves of Italian bread, sliced and I had a cake order. Oh wait, make that two cakes since Mrs. we want to celebrate the new baby decided to call that day and order a cake.

I filled this rack and another one like it twice with my baking

I made a really ugly fish cake

OOPS! I wrote the happy birthday and then realized I didn't have room to put Alex. But I think Alex looks rather cool floating on top of that water.

And then there was the cake for Mrs. we want to celebrate the new baby.

I'm betting that the name is spelled wrong. She gave me one spelling, called back and changed it and said "I think it's..."
I'm so glad this isn't an inventory week. So glad in fact, that I don't even care that this is a Monday.

The trees

"The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh."
-  Philip Larkin, The Trees

I found this poem on this page and thought it was quite appropriate for these pictures.