Cookies

Yummy

Ryan made cookies.  The delicious kind.  Not the computer store-your-password-for-you kind.  He made these one lazy Sunday afternoon this summer (and uh, yeah, where did all of those go?). He credits his mad interwebs searching abilities for finding a good recipe, but I know it's because he's a secret little chef inside.

The drying rack is once again filled with wool socks.  I've already made a blueberry crisp and roasted up a big pan of vegetables and have introduced sweaters and tights into my regular wardrobe.  Goodbye, Summer.  Fall is everyone's favorite season but I somehow always forget that Winter is lurking just behind Fall, rubbing his grey, skeletal hands together in glee, swirling ominous black robes and chuckling a Grim Reaper chuckle...

Here's to summer Sunday afternoons.