Let us break bread...

Another weird occurrence at the W household. Some random woman pulled up outside our house last night and sat there for almost an hour working on what seemed to be a lap top. Brian sat out on the front step for a little while and it didn't seem to even phase her. It wasn't until we disconnected our wireless router that she drove off. Random. Who the hell does that? What's wrong with Perkins. A cup of coffee is under a dollar. It seems there are always weird things happening around here. Someone taking pics of our house one day then speeding off when Brian pulled up. Unexplained knocking on the side of the house, but no footprints in the snow. Cars just parking and sitting along the side of the house. It seems there is always something strange going on here.

What was to be a day of work turned into a day at home (on call) and high production. I attempted a Mediterranean chicken salad (I don't like chicken salad) in hopes of finding something new I might enjoy. I made it through half a sandwich and seemed to really like it until some primal thing in my brain started to make me gaggy. Have you ever had that? You've made yourself think you dislike something so much that even if you find out you do like it you still can't eat it? Maybe it's just me. Hmmm...

From there came some homemade olive tapanade and then homemade bread. I hope to become a master bread baker. It's one of my dreams. I make some mean soups so master bread baker would be a logical next step. My wonderful MIL gave me a great book for my birthday and so today I made a small shopping trip and dusted off the cover. I've made bread several times in the past and it's been hit and miss. Some great baguettes and some not so great sandwich bread, etc. Today looked like it was going to be more of a miss, but now I have high hopes. It looks so golden brown and delicious. Someday, I hope to get into starters and all that other mysterious stuff only master bread bakers know. I wish I had a mentor. I wish it was something I had learned growing up, but unfortunately it is a dying art. Hopefully I can master it and pass it onto my girls. There is a sense of pride one obtains in creation. Growing a plant from seed, making a loaf of bread, raising a child (or rather children). I love the sensation of it all. Spreading flour over the surface of the table. Kneading the dough. The smell of it as it bakes. The warmth of the oven.







Speaking of growing, the garden has been planted and I wait eagerly for my first seeds to sprout. I am very excited to be outside, weeding and harvesting. Cucumbers, tomatoes, peas, carrots, beets, radishes, green and yellow beans. It's mouthwatering. I hope to start taking advantage of the local farmers markets this year as well. I also hope to instill a love of veggies in my hubby. A man (with high cholesterol especially) can not live off chicken wings alone.



The girls are growing like weeds themselves. It won't be long and we will be going in for six month photos! Time has gone by so quickly it really is unbelievable. Today, as I bake bread and snuggle my girls and dine on the delicious meat cake (that's meat loaf to you folk) my wonderous hubby made, I remember once again how very blessed I am.


Lilian

Adeline

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