Pétit Déjournal

We made it! We may have arrived at 4am, but we made it to Vermont. Our new home is more amazing than I could have imagined - the garden is broad and overgrown, the lawn is expansive and half-marsh, there's a duck pond, and lilacs. Oh, the lilacs. There's a chicken coop, a big chicken coop, desperately in need of some scooping, and scrubbing before some ladies can move in. Did I mention the side yard that will one day be turned into the breakfast patio?

And the view?

We've nicknamed the new place based on what we know of previous renters and the yard: Goat Willow Estate. (The last tenant had some goats.) Things are settling down, we're settling in and it feels as though we're eating better than ever. We've moved in with two of our friends who are both excellent cooks. I believe I've already mentioned Cynthia and her cookie making method, here she is in action:

What's that in the blurry box that she's measuring into her hand? Baking soda.

Oats.

These cookies are badass. Just like Cynthia.