Orchards and daughters

My sister, who doesn't like to cook, is hilarious. The sibs reserved an Airbnb for nephew Michael's wedding, so we could all be together. Rach and our family arrived on Friday, because they make you rent the house for two nights. And, in theory, you save a little money cooking. It was snowing when Ron's family drove in Saturday morning. So I asked if they'd like to eat out, or make lunch at the house. Quinn, who did the snowy driving, voted to stay in. So we grabbed a few supplies from a local Trader Joe's to make pizza for lunch. I recently discovered TJs has pizza dough raised and ready to roll out! Teresa helped me and we soon had a fine spread. As I was bustling around the kitchen, Ron said to me, "You like doing this kind of thing, don't you? Like Mom did." I replied, "Yes, my apple didn't fall far from her tree." At which point, Rachel said, "Huh. My apple fell, rolled out of the orchard, across the lane, and into a whole different field!"  

Zaerr Row waiting for the wedding to start. Mister was out wandering around.