I had almost forgotten what 70 degrees felt like.

I kind of wonder sometimes why I live in this climate and not in Southern California, but DH reminds me often that family lives close and family trumps weather. I guess he should know, he's been all over the world with the military and has a very soft spot for home (a.k.a. Nebraska, or as he likes to refer to it The Good Life).

I'm in the process of baking some modified turtle brownies. I'm planning on layering brownies, caramel, and milk chocolate ganache to take to dinner with the in-laws on Saturday night. And Tony is taking brisket.

He cooks, I bake. Yet another reason why we are a perfect match.

This is Holden and my dog Titus watching Clifford the Big Red Dog.