No apron. No matter. But note to self- do not touch your glasses while biscuit makin’. A handful of days ago, Billy Strings shared a lil pickin’ and singin’ about biscuits and I intended to flour up my kitchen island the next day. Intentions. They are thought or spoken with such hope, maybe even determination, but they do not take mood into account. Biscuits were pushed until today. I think it worked out as it was supposed to as I need to steep myself in busy-ness, distraction and comfort today. I begin with biscuits & gravy. Sunday soup (minestrone) is on deck. Dateline, stitches, football and a mixed media project are also intended to fill the day. Intentions- those silly little thoughts that turn into possibilities and dangle in my day. But, yeah, if this is the only check mark today, I’m good.
Biscuits 
Yellow Bowl Love 
