Observations after 5 hours of spring cleaning:
-I could build a complete weimaraner with the dog hair vacuumed from chair rails and floor molding alone. After what we paid for Ginger, I’m considering it for the next one.
-I used to think I liked dark wood cabinets. I now take that back entirely. They show dust and water spots within 10 minutes of being cleaned. White please in the next house.
-Pulling out the stove is like Christmas morning, you never know what’s going to appear
-If Ulysses gives Ginger one more raw hide bone on my brown rug he’ll be sleeping with her on the dog bed in the hallway.
-I’m ready to downsize.
If there’s any upside to mopping 2,500 square feet of wood floors, it’s the smell of a loaf of bread baking in the oven as you do so.
I followed Heidi’s recipe exactly and had fresh bread from start to finish in just about an hour, only 5 minutes of which was hands on time. It’s called Easy Little Bread for a reason. There are 7 ingredients (if you don’t count water) all of which I promise you have on hand.
Simple, delicious, homemade.
I don’t like getting preachy on here because that’s not what this space is about for me (nor do I think you read for that) but I feel very strongly about this article that I saw yesterday thanks to Cat and think it’s worth a read.
I’m constantly baffled by the amount of attention glorified junk gets on the internet and particularly in the food blogging world. Oreos stuffed inside twinkies rolled up in some bacon and slathered with chocolate (slight exaggeration, but you get the point)…it sometimes seems that’s all I see. And the attention it gets whether through tweets, pins, views on foodgawker, book deals, whatever, absolutely astounds and saddens me. Obviously, people can write about whatever they want and I would never want to lose that right as a blogger myself, it is our choice in the end to read what we do, but there’s that element of responsibility for what you put out there. Personally, I want to be proud of the recipes and content that’s on here. I want to know I’m not aiding in the already dire obesity situation this country faces. It’s just sad to me that that’s not viewed as the “glamorous” approach while an oreo stuffed twinkie is.
And with that, go bake some bread and enjoy your Sunday.