But, I'm back. I think.
In fact today it is Mother's Day and I was thinking about my mom. She would make gingerbread as a special treat and then take the thick cream from our old Guernsey cow and whip it into ambrosia. Well, it was to me. Whipped cream with lots of sugar and real vanilla that she purchased from a traveling salesman, The Raleigh Man. (I admit for many years I thought he WAS The Rolly Man. The Rolly Polly Man, because he was quite rotund! Kids.)
Awww... memories. If you never had fresh hot gingerbread, and cold sweet whipped cream, then you've missed out.
I closed my blog for awhile and I'm just going to refer you to a post from my daughter Karmyn that will answer questions ... if you have any.
ps. while I was "gone" Blogger changed EVERYTHING. I'm not even sure I know how to post anymore.
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