Sunday Breakfast

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I didn't have frozen biscuits so Blake helped me make scratch
biscuits. It's hard to do with only one arm.

He wanted one large pizza biscuit

And two gingerbread ghost shaped ones

Blake and Papa sorting the tomatoes

Some did not survive the cold

One perfect tomato

Two perfect tomatoes - note the flour on
his nose. 

A bunch of perfect ones


Comments

  1. MichaeleDecember 11, 2011 at 5:41 PM

    I am jealous you still have garden tomatoes. I ran out a couple weeks ago and bought some Roma's from Walmart. Gross!

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  2. Jane@Cottage at the CrossroadsDecember 11, 2011 at 8:10 PM

    I would just love one of your homegrown tomatoes right now! And your grandson looks so cute with that flour on his nose!

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