Excuses, Excuses!

Columbia County, New York  I  Saturday, 29 February 2020

I kind of want to punch my pillow. Or cry into it, or something. Here it is, the end of the month, and I don’t have a blog ready for you.

It’s not that I didn’t try.

I made Chicken Elbows a few times and typed up the recipe, but didn’t take any pictures. Probably because I only make that dish for dinner, and by that time of day, there’s no natural daylight to photograph them by.

They’re not very photogenic, anyways, but they sure are tasty.

I made Celestial Chocolate Chippers with strawberries cut into hearts on top. I didn’t take any photos, thinking I might make them again before the end of the month.

And then, when I went to Aldi, they were out of strawberries, so I didn’t.

I went to Vasilow’s Confectionery, an old-time chocolate shop near me, and took a few photos of it decked out in all its gorgeous Valentine’s Day glory.

But then I never wrote any text to go with the pictures.

I’ve made umpteen small batches of a simplified Love Mix, my Valentine’s Day version of Chex Mix, but didn’t take any photos, because, well, been there, done that.

I already blogged about that recipe two years ago, anyways.

I also made Spinach Strawberry Pasta Salad, a recipe I’ve been wanting to try for quite some time. It turned out good, but not fantastic, so I might need to work on the recipe more.

I was excited because when I made the salad, I used a set of Pyrex Colonial Mist bowls I recently got at Goodwill for a great price. I took a few photos of it, which turned out well.

But now. Now my photos won’t load. I normally use a cord which connects my camera to my Chromebook in order to transfer the photos, and it’s not working. I’ve tried two different cords.

My birthday was on Valentine’s Day. A couple at my church got married that day and I helped decorate, but I only took a few photos which I’m not wild about. I was too busy stuffing my face at their potluck reception before the food got cold. And this year, I ate wedding cake for birthday cake.

I fear My Copper Kitchen is a bit tarnished this month. I’m a hot mess. A hot, beautiful, rough-and-ragged-’round-the-edges, ‘nother-year-older mess.