I arrived home at 11:30 last night after 16 hours of school, Back-to-School Night, and knitting. Our entire island was covered in 24 pint bottles of crabapple butter and syrup Paco had picked from our tree and spent the day conjuring into bottles. He's the bomb! On toast for breakfast it was FAHBULOUS!!! Then today he added pickled beets and dilly beans all from our garden to the pantry. Now he's in the kitchen making his famous French boule (peasant bread). Had you arrived here this morning around 11 you would have SWORN that we were prepping for an HGTV shoot! Paco was dressed stunningly in his flannel denim-collared-be-still-my-heart Deseret Industries (I KNOW!) shirt boiling and skinning beats. I was sharing the other half of the kitchen island cutting out birthday banners to sew for the day. We were doing it all to the strains of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, and it was ever so homey--the smell of vinegar and garlic wafting through, the snip snip of scissors. Sometimes we're just too good to be true--but usually not for very long.
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