The Rainier cherries are in at the farmer's market, and they are so beautiful. Those rose-tinged, blushing golden globes were just calling to be made into another clafoutis.
It has been hot, hot, hot here in Portland for the past several days, and looking to get even hotter, with no relief in sight until the weekend, and, even then, it's only going down into the high eighties. Aggggh. I can't stand it. I feel so guilty for having air conditioning, which I crank. We only use it for about a week each year, but it is one of those things I must thank the previous owner of this house for installing.
I think these colors are so pretty — pool blue, Ranier cherry, and vanilla custard. Some of my favorites.
All baked up. Cherry-Colored Funk. Reminds me of when I used to name all of my short-stories after the titles of Cocteau Twins' songs. (And that fabric on the table is from the Ginger Blossom collection by the amazing Sandi Henderson.)
I'm making a quilt today, and calling it Olallieberry Ice Cream. I moved the sewing machine so it is directly in front of the air-conditioning vent.