We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
My mom & dad called it "Blueberry Bread" ... what the ole' Yankees called it ... and it didn't have the extract, just the sugar, butter, eggs, flour and touch of baking powder. Served with fried chicken or ham or cod fish or, even better, with eggs and bacon at breakfast. It was a late summer staple growing up.