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Food Friday

It is Food Friday and we will start this week with the little foodie eating his cracker ALL BY HIMSELF. Last week he mastered the sippie cup and this week he mastered the cracker!

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!

Abby

Comments

Kelley said…
I love diet coke too! The bread sounds delicious!

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