Last night, it was the dishes. I washed a ton of dishes by hand. Our dishwasher didn't work when we moved in. Instead of fixing it, our owners found it cheaper to just replace the entire thing with the crappiest dishwasher ever made. After months of dishes coming out dirtier than they went in, I finally concede. Instead of being frustrated, load after load, I will just hand wash all of my dishes. Eco-friendly, right? Or something like that. "Did you wash all those dishes by hand?" I was asked. "Yes I did." And I will from now on.
Four hours later, after much kneading, rising, punching, rolling and flouring, they are just about ready to go into the oven. Chock-full of less refined organic sugar, sea salt, real butter, unbleached/unbromated flour, a farm fresh egg and a few other wholesome ingredients. Yeah, baby(random article that all ought to read).
Back to the rolls: During the first round of rising, we took a bike ride, the little two and me. Dropped the Feefs at school and pedaled around on our way home. After that, transplanted five tomato plants from their pots on the porch to the lovely, rock filled soil surrounding my garden. After a month of not growing at all, this is their last chance. Produce or be slain, my babies. I have one that is growing at a tremendous rate, within the boundaries of the real garden, and five lagger behinders that were in pots. Totally not relevant to my blog post, other than that it was one more thing that I could say, "Yes I did" about.
|Clapping for my cinnamon rolls. Notice the residual tears in his eyes.|
I must add, after picking up the two bigs from school, that they both give a thumbs up to the rolls, too. I thought I may have embarrassed my eldest this afternoon. Upon walking his bike to school to pick him up, gouging my calf with the pedals, I decided to hop on and ride the thing to school. I figured, grown men ride little boy bikes and they put it on tv. What's the harm in a woman, pedaling slowly up a hill on a bike too small for her? None. I got revved at by a man-boy on an actual bike, but other than that, no harm, no foul. Simon thought it was funny and in my head, I can add another, "Yes I did" to my list.
I said, "Simon, close your eyes and pretend it's the best thing you've ever eaten in your entire life," and got this:
Or. Or. Or...did you just leave your purse in your husband's car that he drove to work 40 miles away on a base that you can't even gain access to thanks to your military id being in said handbag, thereby stranding yourself at home, forcing productivity?
Yes I did.