Mrs. Teabody Greets the Day

Good Morning from Meadow Grounds Mountain where vestiges of that  memorable blue moon still scatter  a little candle power over the lush August foliage. Mrs. Teabody came to full wakefulness when her little cellular phone launched a wake up call at 4:30 A.M.. This alarm was set for an event two weeks ago, and one would think Mrs. Teabody would have the brains to remove the alarm.  One would be mistaken in that thought, however. Today Mr. And Mrs. Teabody will climb into the ancient motor car and head to Clear Ridge for a family gathering. On Mrs. Teabody's lap will reside the cake pictured above. The cake pictured is a Bonnie Butter Cake, made from a recipe in the Betty Crocker Cookbook which served as a sort of culinary bible in the late 1950's when Mrs. Teabody and her three sisters were given free license to bake their little hearts out. After all Mrs. Teabody's mother  was famous for creating bread that would rise to the heavens on a weekly basis, for deep dis

Did August take you by surprise, Gentle Reader, coming up as it did on its little cat feet   -- an abundance of breezes and civil temperatures, a sun at once bright but not scalding, lush greenery instead of wilted splendor? Mrs. Teabody has many, many acquaintances in her peer group and not a single one can recall such an enchanting summer. Perhaps you are one not in favor of non-blazing days, and to you Mrs. Teabody sends her regrets but little else. A placid time. Truly. Many irons are in the fire at Mrs. Teabody's little enterprise, Tickle Your Fancy, and tomorrow marks the one hundred and fourteenth birthday of the lovely Albert Stoner Building shown above. Chez Teabody has seen a flurry of activity this afternoon with batters and beaters and sugars flying about and the resulting birthday cupcakes and fine iced tea will be not more than an arm's length away from all who come to hear Michael Henry talk about his latest novel, UNCLE TOMMY SQUATCH at noon tomorrow. Do