Henry feeding himself results in a large mess, but I just take a deep breath and don't look down until it is over. ha!
He is such a happy boy...with 2 new lower front teeth coming in. Somebody stop the clock...he is growing way too fast!
My friend, Sara gave me a sourdough bread starter. I have never experimented with this, so it is a first and a huge unknown for me. I fed it on Saturday but was not brave enough to dive into it, so I waited until last night's feeding to brave dough making.
It was surprisingly easy to make the dough...messy, but easy. I had to go to the store and buy flour because I opened my canister and I could see the bottom of it. Not cool.
I made the dough and placed it in my Granny's bowl. She was my great-grandmother and she used this bowl to set her dough in for it to rise. She was a little angel on earth. I had a "moment" in the kitchen putting this dough in her bowl. It made me laugh and I could hear her cute little laughter too from the walls of my heart. I know she gets a kick out of watching me in the kitchen from her mansion in the sky.
I have to let the dough rise all day and then put it in the pans and let it rise some more...so no bread photos this week. Next week I will post the finished product!
It is insane things like this that happen in my kitchen. This is one of too many burns to count. I burned my fingers Sunday on the back of the toaster oven. I forgot it was on and I went behind it to unplug the crock pot and brushed the hot metal. It hurt SO BAD. I had swelling and oozing and all that gross stuff going on with my fingers for 3 days. This picture is 4 days after the burn. The only good thing about a bad kitchen burn is that it forces someone else to clean up the mess and finish the meal. Poor Randall. He says he is getting me a double pair of welding gloves for Christmas and until then we are eating out every meal! I honestly could do a post on my kitchen burns. It is really ridiculous.
Does anyone love a little "joy juice" in the festive can as much as I do?! Randall bought a pack of Diet Coke and put it in "his" fridge in the garage and did not bother to notify the joy juice drinker...hello! I found this while hunting up some water. "Hi, I am Abby Jo and I am a Diet Cokeacholic." So, I treated myself to a frosty can of joy this morning and was so excited to see the snowflakes. It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas...YAY!!!
Happy Food Friday!