That is forty pounds of oranges. As if I need forty pounds of oranges! I see a lot of orange marmalade in my future. My little neighbor teenager Burgundy, who mows my yard and helps me put up hay, was just here to deliver it. I can never resist a kid selling something. She called me a few weeks ago to tell me she was selling oranges for FFA. She said, “Do you want twenty pounds or forty pounds?” I was in bed when she called. I said, “Forty.” I woke up the next morning and suddenly remembered I had bought FORTY POUNDS OF ORANGES while I was half asleep.
I am a little scarce here because I have been baking up a storm. There will be a food photo shoot here tomorrow. Food photography and food styling is not my strong suit. While most of the photos in the book will be mine, when I realized they wanted photos for the recipe sections, I went into a PANIC. I called Jerry, who took the photos of me for the book, and he will be here tomorrow. Because I don’t want to inconvenience him more than necessary, I made up as many recipes as I could so that he could come and shoot them all at once. I will be up early, back in the studio, finishing the last-minute baking, and I’ll take photos of him taking photos. When I’m not fetching cookies, cakes, or pies, or props and other things, for him. This should be interesting. I’m hoping to learn something! Then go to bed!