Comfort Food

Sometimes comfort food means eating with people who make you comfortable. Or crazy. In a good way, of course.

Carter and I hit the road at 8 a.m. to head Up North to the annual Cookie Bake, a.k.a Cookie Exchange, a.k.a. Family Game Day, a.k.a. Another Grazing Day.

We had about 20 of us at my twin sister's house. Was a fun day of doing all of the above. Am working on limited battery and signal, but had to blog and share the picture of one of the displays on Raylene's deck. She's so creative.

And there was ice on most of the ponds and small lakes. A little more snow up here, too, but not by much. A lot on the way,  but not until we are home late tomorrow ... about the time I may actually be hungry again!