My daughter and I love giving presents to people. Yesterday, she went shopping with her dad and wanted to buy me some jewelry, but the consignment store was closed when they went by. I took her back out so that she could pick something out. I entertained myself while she chose something. She even came up and got my card from me to pay for it. Then when we stepped out of the store, she gave it to me. She did not want me to wait for Christmas. Here's a picture of what she gave me
It reminded her of a peacock feather, I think she's right.
I really like making bread. It's fun to get your hands dirty, but I understand that yeast is a scary thing for people who don't have experience with it. Somehow, I started using it when I was young and too immature to understand the fear that comes along with wasting time, money and energy. I had time and energy in abundance. My first real forte into baking was in the 7 th grade. I must have cooked before then because I choose to see which flour rose the highest using a cinnamon roll recipe. I made a lot of cinnamon rolls that year and when I turned in my report, there were questions asked of me that I had no idea what she meant. Questions about the weather and the heat of the oven. Things that I didn't know could make a difference in the baking of bread. Lots has happened since that first memorable baking. Today, I invited a friend over to make bread. I was kind of concerned about the strength of the yeast, because we bought a huge stash of it last year someti
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