Eggs

OK. We're leaving in two days. And, for some reason which I cannot begin to fathom, I bought a dozen eggs the last time I went to grocery store.

What to do?


Make two pound cakes, quick!

The hardest part was getting myself organized -- counting and measuring everything twice. Once I got the mixer cranked up, it was easy.

We cut one for Tal's birthday and will take the other to All God's Creatures when we drop Whitby and Belle at camp for the duration of our trip to Utah and back.

Twelve eggs ... handled.

Whew.