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Scott's Parents Arrive, Only Show Up for One Photo

As soon as I got up I took poolish, a yeasty bread starter, out of the fridge, only to realize I didn't have all the ingredients.

My mom and pops had arrived late on Saturday night. Here's my dad drinking his obligatory McDonald's coffee. He soon headed home. He was just dropping my mom off for a concert she was going to on Thursday.

Brooke's been trudging away at the puzzle. After buying this puzzle, I realized I don't really like puzzles.

When we got this Scott was like, I don't think this will be that hard. Once he saw how big it was he quit. I only find like 2 pieces an hour. This probably won't get finished until summer. 

I'm sure you know what she's eating.

Scott worked on this weeks bread. Greek Celebration. I should have mentioned earlier, but my goal for this year is to make every bread recipe in my book, The Bread Baker's Apprentice. This book was actually used as a text book for my bread class in Culinary School. After making the Challah at Christmas I realized I missed making bread. And unlike cake or other sweets I don't feel as guilty eating it all in a few days.


With guests in our house we needed a few things from the grocery store. And Scott needed to finish the bread. 

 I went over to the Eastside Food Co-op while Scott entertained his parents.


 When I got back Scott had finally hung up our tiered basket we use for produce. We had it hanging on our frame over the nook since we moved in. I just put it there thinking it would only stay for a few days. It was starting to scratch up our wood and needed to be moved soon. 

 I made granola for the week while Scott and his mom went shopping.

 My mom and I went to Best Buy for a new camera. She wanted perfectly clear pictures at the Jordan Knight concert she was going to on Thursday. After we picked up the camera, I went to the Home Depot for some drill bits. Apparently they don't come with $150 drills.

Then I made sausage, roasted red pepper and spinach torta rustica for dinner.

Alongside some baked potato pancakes.

About this time the bread was finished.

In this picture Brooke attempts to sit up straight. I know my mom isn't in any pictures, but I swear she's in the other room when I took this. Both my parents are really awkward about having their picture taken.

Thanks for giving away my secret. 

 Scott and Peanut snuggle on the couch. 

I think we watched the sequel to Diary of a a Wimpy Kid, but that could have been a different day.

Yup that was Monday.  

Comments

Amanda said…
Oatmeal.
I didn't like Diary of a Wimpy Kid did you?
Anonymous said…
I love the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series. I never read the books but seen both movies. I laughed the entire time while watching them. I hope they come out with another movie.

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