Saturday, February 11, 2012

Emotional Ending


I made these loaves last night, they are my favorite that I mentioned in my first post, Honey Wheat...so rustic and lightly sweet. The crust is perfectly chewy and the inside is airy and delicious.


 My husband is starting to get irritated with me and my love affair with baking. He came in the kitchen last night while I was kneading the dough for these loaves and told me that he thinks I love bread and baking more than him. DUH! :) Only kidding. Afterwords he proceded to eat 3 of the cupcakes I had made the night before with a big glass of milk. Apparently, he is not THAT worried about it, because if I stopped baking there would be no treats lying on the counter for him and our kiddos. I discovered that the oldest baby monster is tall enough now that he can reach things on the counter. Things like, ohhh say...CUPCAKES! I turned around and he was running out of the kitchen, one cupcake in his mouth and one in each hand, giggling all the way to his bedroom to hide from me. It is so hard for me to be stern after watching a spectacle such as that. It was too funny. My youngest baby isn't old enough for solid food yet, but he looks like he has been bread-fed from day one, he is a chubby little angel!
 My mother is coming over this afternoon and I am going to teach her how to make pie dough. How odd for the daugher to be teaching the mother. :) I am excited, I love a good opportunity to show off my baking skills! Needless to say, the last few lines are all reasons why I love baking the way I do. Bread, cakes, pies....they make the people I love happy. Well, except my husband...he truly does love a good cake, though ;) When the people I love are happy, I am too.

2 comments:

  1. Maybe it's not that hubs likes what you're baking but that he's eating the competition. I guess that could prevent you from cheating with a human because soon he'd build a 6' spit and a pit of coals to dispatch the interloper. Love the story about the cupcake thief. When my daughter was small I often laughed at her mischief and that is why she grew up as she is. I'll say no more. Now I'll click publish and see if the font changes.

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  2. seems fixed--good job and keep baking. Nobody ever divorced a french roll.

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