Yesterday I made homemade bread...homemade rye bread. There is something so amazingly comforting about working with dough...you take warm water and yeast and flour and then you knead and knead and knead it. Just when you think your hands are going to fall off something magical happens...it becomes smooth and elastic. And then there's that first peek into the bowl after it's been left to rise...I'm always surprised when I see what's happened.
Plan and simple...I love making homemade bread. It's like a really good therapy session...for free.
I went to bed last night and the kitchen was clean...but somehow overnight elves came and ate lots of food and left lots of dishes. Those elves are nameless and they also refuse to throw a brother under the bus, so as of yet I have no one to blame.
And a message for my boys future wives....I'm sorry. You are going to blame me and hate me for all the quirky things these boys do and you know what? You're right. I am guilty. They do this thing where they can see I'm losing it so they make me laugh. They give me hugs and kisses and tell me how good I look and then they leave me with the mess and I am so happy that they were talking to me that I just clean up after them.
It's the mama curse. Shoot me. You'll experience it someday, too.
My work car plays the BEST music ever. I drove so much today...that music was my saving grace. How loud can one person sing when they are alone in the car anyway?
Extremely loud, FYI.
That guy that I like so much brought home a produce box from work this afternoon...a local grower was selling them for cheap. The fresh peas are gone, as are the strawberries and grapefruit. Everything else is put away and there was only one mystery veggie...it's big and leafy and I have no idea what it is. I figure everything tastes good with olive oil and garlic so that's how it'll be prepared.
After a supper of pot roast and risotto and an avocado/grapefruit salad, we began to daydream about our next trip. I love dreaming...it's right in my budget.
I'm beginning to use my work time a lot more wisely...and because of that I am feeling a bit more sane. I'm out and about for work a lot tomorrow, but I'm also getting a haircut and shopping for a bunch of weekend parties. A good nights sleep seems to help everything feel just a bit more manageable, so I'm praying for another of those tonight...yet I'm thankful for the one I had last night.
It helped my mood. Lots.