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Home again...

So I went home recently to see mom and as usual it was a fun trip... here are a few pix's.

The windmills...

The sun just rising...

Paddy fields...

Visited the special school too...

And hung out with the kids... I miss that.  

Made some vegetable puffs... 

I seriously love these...

Tried baking Biscotti, they turned out alright...

Melted some bitter Hazelnut chocolate to make a cake...

Here are the Almond Biscotti's and the cake.

Went to Holy Cross Convent, and visited the pretty chapel there...

Inside the chapel...

Comments

Beth Niquette said…
What amazing pictures...OH, my. That sunset fills my eyes.
PurpleHeart said…
That's what is called wholesome goodness !
Nitya said…
awww...theres seriously no place like home! Its the quiet, unaffected, and rawness of the air thats food for our soul. Its a long time again and hey we should all plan a holiday, just cousins...what do u say? A plan begins with a thought, so here we go...
Somebody's been having a ball out there. Christmas is on the way and I am sure you have prepared your menu.

Seems like a long time. How have you been, lady?

Joy always,
Susan
Karen Xavier said…
Beth, I took these pictures from the train as it slowly made its way to my place.

Sandhya, :)

Nitya, yes... that will be wonderful. WE'll plan something.

Hey Susan, its going good... there's a palpable sense of excitement in the air.

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