Summer is almost over. Hurray!!! I have to admit, Summer has never been a good friend of mine. Between the oppressive heat and humidity, hurricane season, and eleven weeks of school vacation, by this time each year, my nerves are raw. I know, I know – why in the heck do I live in Florida if I hate the heat? It isn’t by choice. I guess I’m a victim of circumstance. I grew up here. I met my husband here. Our business is here. And, most of the rest of my family is now here too. I suppose there were a few opportunities for escape over the years, but my fear of the unknown coupled with my sense of responsibility kept me from grabbing them. I still have hope, though. Mini SGCC will be off to college in a few years. Our nest will be empty. Perhaps that will be the catalyst to shake us out of this rut.
What does this have to do with Oatmeal Breakfast Bread? Nothing, really. But, the temperature is hovering at around ninety-three degrees in the shade as I write this, and my brain is feeling a little like a fried egg right now. Or maybe, I’m just becoming one of those old ladies who ramble on about nothing that has anything to do with anything. If I start walking around wearing purple hats and peppering my conversations with words like “putter” and “early bird special”, please just shoot me! read more >>