oh boy!

I watch the weather channel every morning for their local on the 8's. Every morning.

Except yesterday.

I got so excited by my sourdough pancakes that I forgot to watch. And so we got dressed and went to church and fr-oze.

Usually the weather's not too unpredictable here: hot and sunny 300 days of the year. Except yesterday. We get home and I turn on the weather to see the temp and it was 70 degrees outside! Laugh all you want, it was a coooold 70! And we all changed into our pants and long sleeves.

So this morning, my oven came our of hibernation! When it's 110 outside it's just too hot to cook in the oven, stove top's fine, not oven. But when it's cool enough to wear jeans it's cool enough to turn on the oven.

Homemade bread is one of my favorite things to cook. Can't you smell it? They should invent scratch 'n sniff for blogger.

Now I won't claim to be great at making bread (or cooking, for that matter) but I like to try.

And this is what I scrounged up this morning: *I'm by no means a food blog or attempting to be one - there's a story here*


I thought it smelled wonderful, I will admit.

Apparently the boy did, too!

(Cue up 'one of these things is not like the other. . .' )

Even with his grimy hand taste all over it it's still not bad.

As he was stuffing his mouth full he said he was sorry. . . .