Mother's Day

It was Mother's Day a few days ago, so in the morning we made a fun breakfast.  We left bread out the night before so that it would be stale in the morning, since we were going to dip the bread in a sauce, and that way it wouldn't get soggy.  The sauce was milk that simmered with lemon skin, a cinnamon stick, and two tablespoons of honey.  We dipped the bread in the milk, then in some eggs I whisked up, and then we put the pieces of bread in a frying pan with oil.  After we let them cool off for a minute, I dipped the pieces of bread in a big bowl of cinnamon sugar, and then piled them all up in a bowl to go over to the table.  

There was a bit too much cinnamon sugar on them, and I had to scrape some off so that it wouldn't be too sweet.  Margaret loved how sweet they were, and she added extra honey on top, which she actually got away with since the recipe said that adding honey was "optional".  She also wanted to have all the cinnamon sugar we had scraped off of ours, but I'm guessing that one of the reasons that didn't work out was because the recipe didn't say that it was traditional for all the six-year-olds present to get an extra half a cup of cinnamon sugar. 

                                                                       

Then we went on a walk at a place called Quincy Bog, which was fun.  We saw three or four snakes, about seventeen turtles, three or four Canada geese, one salamander, and seven or eight chipmunks.  I took advantage of the chipmunks, and took the shells off a bunch of acorns, then followed the chipmunks until they ran down into one of their tunnels, so that I could give them a few acorns by rolling the acorns down their tunnels.  

Me and Margaret were also measuring how deep the water was on the boardwalks by dipping a stick into the water, and seeing how far it was down by lifting the stick out of the water after it touched the bottom to see how much of the stick was wet.  (Sometimes our sticks were too short and wouldn't touch the bottom.)  One of my favorite places to measure, was a narrow canal that was two feet wide, but three and a half feet deep, and surrounded by solid (if a bit mushy) ground.  The guide to the bog, one of which we had brought along with us, that explained certain areas that were marked with a  yellow tag, and this canal was one of those areas.  The guide said that the beavers at Quincy Bog had dug the canal so that they could float logs down to their lodges and dams.  We had seen a beaver the first time we went to the bog, but we didn't see any this time.  We spent most of the afternoon at Quincy Bog; even though we could have done it in half an hour, we were having fun slowly check out every little corner.  

Dinner was good, it was sheet pan chicken, with a bunch of leeks and other onion-ish things.  For dessert we had this super good custard and whipped cream dessert, with a layer of raspberries encased in red Jell-O on the bottom.    

Margaret gave my mom a card.  I gave her a card too, along with a stop-motion.