vintage Chatty Cathy

I accidentally posted this on my food blog last night by mistake where it has no business being and where it accumulated more views than a regular post. What a bummer. I hate deleting posts with significant views. At least nobody commented.

I'm such a dunce.

I used the term Chatty Cathy in regular conversation a couple of times and after enduring it a friend admitted he had no idea what I was talking about all along. Some years elapsed when finally somebody responded in such a way that cleared up that it is an actual thing and not some odd phrase I made up. He told me he thought I was being weird again and let it go as just another of those things about my character that he thought he understood.

How embarrassing.

No. It's a real doll, you dope. Not a phrase I contrived. Jeeze, Louise, you have a sister. You should know. 

So to compensate for my misposting, here's some blueberry turnovers I made yesterday and gave away. Half of them given away, the other half were lunch and between dinner snacks. They are light as balloons, not filling at all, and not so terribly sweet. They leave you wanting. You eat one and want another immediately. That insubstantial. It looks like a lot of butter, but one stick of butter made twelve. That is less butter than goes on toast, and less sugar than grocery store bread. As you eat one flakes break off and stick to your wet lips, like butter-flake lipstick.