Idyllic weather, early morning dew... off we go to Aunt Kathy's house. We'd already called Aunt Kathy to ask if she would mind if we snooped around her old shed for treasures. Not gold coins, real treasures like rusty tools, wooden boxes, metal bits and the remains of a shoe shop. The shed is leaning now and probably won't survive too many more New Hampshire winters so now is the time to rescue anything possible and I of course am happy to volunteer for the 'New England Pickers' job.
Our first stop is Aunt Kathy's kitchen, the quintessential New England country kitchen full of the aroma of rising dough and cinnamon. This morning she is making homemade fritters and cinnamon buns. Now you have to understand that when you are away from home none of the rules apply and calories do not exist. So with that in mind and a dish of pure maple syrup in hand, we dive into these fluffy still warm delights with vigor. Of course it starts out with 'Oh, I'll just try one, have to be good you know.", to "Well, maybe just one more.. a small one." and "Oh gee, I still have some syrup left, I need something to clean it up with."
After a whole lot of precarious climbing, digging, sneezing and lugging we came away with some very inspirational pieces, my favorites being the little wooden boxes. Here's just a few of the things that we brought out of the shed:
Now I want to know what's in the other shed!
Happy treasure hunting!
p.s. Stopped by Kathy's that evening to say hello, left with a whole pan of homemade cinnamon buns!