THE VILLAGE VOICE

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know, His house is in the village though. He will not see me stopping here, To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer, To stop without a farmhouse near, Between the woods and frozen lake, The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake, To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep, Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. ~ Robert Frost ~ Woods of Hubbard Lake

"Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." ____________ CHOCOLATE SNOWFLAKES 2 sticks softened butter 1 12 cups powdered sugar 3 tsp. vanilla 2 egg yolks 1 tsp. cream of tartar 1/2 cup finely ground almonds 1 tsp. baking soda 2 cups flour 8 oz. milk chocolate ~ additional powdered sugar Preheat oven to 325-degrees. In mixing bowl, combine butter & sugar; beat until creamy. Add vanilla & eggs; beat well. Add cream of tartar, almonds, and baking soda; beat w...

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING (Robert Frost) Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.