I have been absent from blogging. I'd like to say I've been overwhelmingly busy and doing all different varieties of awesomeness, but no... I've just been doing the same old same. But, I did make homemade cinnamon bread. Like for real homemade bread, with the yeast and the rising and the goopy goop on my hands that I typically detest. I felt like Laura Ingalls Wilder or at least like Melissa Gilbert before her battle with drugs and alcohol & plastic surgery. Anyway, it was so nice to create something that tasted good and made my house smell like Panera! And when it was done, I exclaimed with glee: I DID IT!!
We had a slice for breakfast. With our coffee. And a couple of slices of turkey bacon (and the pup had bacon, too, because even though she bites and barks nonstop at things that we can't even see, she's a good dog). I'm on a roll with my baking/cooking/pretending to be a good little kitchen witch.
I enjoy busying myself in the kitchen. And I adore watching the man that I love taste-test my cooking. It makes me feel like a good wifey to be able to prepare something tasty for my hubby.