Better than kneed buck

At Thanksgiving, cousin T asked me why I never visited her and I didn't have a good answer. So I said I'd be by soon. When I mentioned this to Dr. Moo she said she wanted to come. Then cousin T invited Auntie P and some other folks and so on Saturday we had ourselves a lady-fest, save poor Trevor, who is four, and poor Jim, who is a lot older than four and therefore can drive and so spent much of the day running errands.

Aunt P taught us all how to make her Swedish tea ring and I discovered that aside from Aunt P none of the other women in that kitchen knew how to knead dough. And one of them doesn't know how to spell it either. She wrote "kneed doe" on her recipe card.