music to a godmother's ears

I was on my way home from purchasing some essentials at the grocery store - eggs & chocolate chips - and planning on whipping a batch of domesticky goodness - when my phone rang, and it was she who yesterday brought raw whole milk* into my life, Q's mama. And she said, "Want to come over? Q has been asking for you."

The cookies will have to wait.

*Forward flavors of grass and sunshine, a hint of barnyard, and a nice creamy finish.