My Mother's Day started with a slice of cake Napoleon, that I made, following my mother's recipe.
The day was promising a good weather for some outdoor activities. What kind? Well, have a piece of that cake, and get comfortable: we are going to Oklahoma Renaissance Festival.
Where am I?
Really? Do I need to dress up? Which one shell I choose?
|Amm? May be not this time...|
|That is one of the "high-tech" brooms, if you ask me...|
My head is spinning and I am hungry.
What do they serve in the Castle?
|A Turkey leg and a root beer "to go" XV century style...|
|As good as it could be...|