Who Do You Love The Most?

The big boys had an appointment the other day and there were a few general questions asked, to get to know the kids, I guess, one of which was “Who does Mom love the most?” Shock, horror, and crickets. Finally 8-in-two-weeks-year-old says that he can’t answer that question, and I pipe in with “that’s a silly question” and all and sundry boo down that line of questioning. All’s well that ends well. I am not scarring my children by favoring one or two over the remainders. I might be scarring myself by pondering my navel and those of my kids whilst enjoying red wine all too often, but that is the lesser of the two evils.

Doomsday starts now

During the harrowing snowventure that this past weekend was, we ate through 85% of our fresh food and worried not about going shopping. But then we got the dreaded phone call that school was cancelled for another day, and things got dire all of a sudden. “No school tomorrow, we may start medicating.” I decided to attempt some homemade bread. I knew that my career as a stay at home doomsday prepper hinged on this one loaf. Having attempted to make bread only twice before – but in a bread machine – I had very little experience and almost no knowledge on what was supposed to happen.

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I have no doubt that this was not supposed to happen.

After dinner and boys’ bed time and a glass of wine, I attempted a 2nd loaf, since the first one died in the ass. It had no taste or anything else that bread is supposed to have. I realised after breaking up the loaf for Toad Hall that I had left out a handful of ingredients. Hmmm. So I put what was missing into the 2nd loaf, but it turned out just as bad. It also didn’t rise at all, it was merely another stone of cooked dough. I was using my own fan-forced oven, not a solar oven created in the backyard with a spare tyre, what gives?
Turns out that I don’t care to keep trying, at least with that particular recipe, or perhaps I need even more wine, next time. And perhaps next time I should use a solar oven. That way it will already be in the backyard when I feed it to the chickens.