For us, fall starts bang on Labor Day. That’s it for Andrew being at the beach. His real estate business in the city totally takes over his every weekend. We will be lucky if he gets to Bridgehampton once between then and Thanksgiving. This leaves me alone out there because, between Monte’s Ham and the blogs I work on, I need to be there at least every two weeks. What it also does, is pretty well rule out having a fabulous dessert to take to fall parties. Because I don’t really bake any more at all. It reminds me of the old joke about the Limousine pulling up to the Plaza Hotel. The chauffeur opens the trunk and removes a wheel chair. He then opens the car door and assists a young man into the chair. The boy’s mother follows and as they reach the hotel door, the doorman says to the mother; “I am so sorry your son can’t walk”. The mother answers: “Can’t walk? Thank God he doesn’t have to.” Can’t bake? Thank God I don’t have to. Except recently I did and the results were really well received.
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