The Locust in the down garden
But half a strudel didn't keep Granny Wandy from enjoying it completely, and that is what matters.
Wow, lots of people come to mind as I stroll. The locust was a gift in Aunt Lois' memory. The vinca came from a basket for my Dad. That Lilly of the Valley peeking out came from Phil's grandma. I can imagine it would bring her a lot of joy to know how much her great, great grandchildren enjoy picking and sniffing them.
Well, only half the strudel made it out of the oven. The other half is all over the bottom of the oven. Duh.
I usually only cook cinnamon rolls in an aluminum pan. This weighs about three times as much and obviously needs greater care when being removed from the oven.
Happy Mother's Day