Four loaves of French bread
Mixed: 8 pm
Molded: 10:30 pm
Baked: 7:30 am
Gave two to a family with a newborn, one to a super science teacher…
The morning started with baking. The French mix I made had too much moisture… The bread came out looking super yicky. I decided to give it away, anyway. Lent is a time for humility!
Contrast this to the bread my brothers are making in their new bakery in LA. Ooh, la la. That sourdough is beyond words…
Off to science class. Dropped my daughter off to learn about molecules. Then made my way down the road to deliver two loaves of the ugly French to a family with a brand new babe. The mama’s a redhead–and I’m partial to those whose recessive hair genes won out. They were having a bit of a rough morning, so I gave the bread, and a book, and off we sped.
To the playground!
And in the mix of the twenty or so children jumping, digging, swinging and begging for snacks, I spotted a busy redhead burning off her morning’s cinnamon toast. Look at her go!
Then I bought a donut for my traveling companion, and we talked about how to make chocolate machines for a while.
The donut gone–we strolled a while, then bumped into a crocodile.
(I wish–that’s right out of one of my favorite children’s books, Tumble Bumble.)
We picked up my daughter, where I learned that one of the molecule experiments got a little too lively. The teacher recommended bringing goggles next week. 🙂
And now I’m home, wanting to redeem myself and bake a loaf of beautiful bread.