Baking Glue... I mean Bread

I've got bread rising on the table this morning.  I am a pioneer (wink wink).  I may be a failure in the kitchen, but I tell you what... this is turning on my husband.  When he walked in the door and discovered rising loaves covered by dish towels, you would have thought I had performed a strip tease in the kitchen.  He got a funny look in his eyes.

"Baby doll!  YOU are making bread?"

"Yep."

"Oh, my goodness!  What has come over you?  Come here my little Betty Crocker."  And then he dipped me and kissed me right there in the kitchen, making our children gag on their homemade biscuits.  (Betty Crocker?  really?  And all this time I was aiming to be Megan Fox.  Guess I'll curl my hair and wear an apron on our next date.)

My hand mixer overheated while I was mixing the dough because it got all stuck inside the little mixing thingies.  My daughter, Sydney, was helping me and she casually mentioned it was smoking.  I was like, you got that right.  We ARE smokin'.  But it really was, as in: it was about to short out and catch on fire.

Trying to get the dough out of the thingies was no simple task.  The dough stuck to my hands.  It was one gooey mess.  I finally wrestled the dough off my hands... and arms... and face... and plopped it into the loaf pans.  And then, I cleaned up.  Oh, my gosh, that stuff doesn't go down the sink very easily.  In fact, when it mixes with water, it really turns into GLUE.  Holy cow, I am going to be feeding my children intestinal glue.

We gotta make whole wheat bread.  That's normally what we eat.  High fiber, whole wheat bread.  Man, we've been eating biscuits, white rice, and now white bread.  Oops. Guess we will be saving on the good ole Angel Soft.

On a different note: Hi, my name is Abigail, and I have not been on Facebook for 24 hours. I have this fear that someone (my teenagers?) has been posting embarrassing photos of me and tagging me in them.  There might be incriminating evidence all over Facebook and I have no way of knowing in time to delete them. C'est la vie.  I was productive yesterday.  No Facebook feels like freedom so far.  I may never go back.  I got a lot of cleaning done yesterday.  I am now tackling the book shelves. I have a big box of good reads to give away.  I've got a long way to go, though.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.

Dear Heavenly Father, I thank Thee for our daily bread.  Amen.