I shall make it, as in the days of yore. I decided to approach my fear of yeast with vigor and counteracted it with my love of pretty packaging. I was overtaken by “Aunt Roe’s” recipe on the back of a beautiful bag of baking flour and knew the time had come. I am afraid no more. I shall now make one loaf of fresh bread each week for the rest of my life.
Curt is pouting (seriously) because there was no comment on his randomness from the last post. I reminded him he had been mortified when I orginally started the “boy/girl” conversations more than a year ago. Now come to find out he secretly longs for response. He looked at me yesterday and said, “Well, I think you’re writing too much in a single post. You need to simplifiy so people only have one or two topics to focus on.” This man does not understand my brain at all.
While making bread, I shall wear one of these (sans the yellow flowered fabric). And I’ll make Rylie one (or 7) and we’ll putt around the farm shooing chickens and hanging wet clothes out to dry while the bread cools. Would you like one, too?
And now, to finish my week of scatteredness:
*A&M is playing tonight- CBS, 7:27pm Eastern
*butterflies tomorrow, Lainy!
*4+ month shots afterwards
*weekend at the cabin with friends to follow
*gratuitous cute naked (nekiiiiiiiid) baby photo
*I typed this whole thing one-handed
*I’m still in my pjs, and I couldn’t care less
Happy weekend to you ALL. We love you. Go play.