Bread, the source of life. Well maybe not, but for those of us who can’t eat it, it feels a little like it is.
I haven’t eaten wheat (on purpose) for the better part of 25 years. And I still miss bread. Warm from the oven, crusty artisan style sourdough, or toasted sliced bread slathered with butter, pizza bread loaded with toppings, or even better, bread in the form of cinnamon rolls. Oy.
But I digress…
Even though I can’t enjoy eating it I do like to make bread. But with work and all I often don’t have time. Recently I found this post on Pinterest that has awakened my inner bread baker. It’s so easy. And only takes minutes to prep, let it rest all afternoon if necessary and bake right before dinner. Yum! The fam loves it.
Enjoyed breaking bread tonight. L’chaim!
AK Boy came inside after chores concerned about his favorite duck, George. He said she had some frozen gunk on her face and maybe there was something in her eye. So if course I said “bring her in and we’ll take a look”.
He was back in a flash, pet carrier in tow, with George. She did have something foreign froze to her face below her eye but there didn’t appear to be any damage or injury. She was dirty and stinky and I decided to give her a tub of water so she could clean herself.
What was I thinking?? 🤔
This duck was so happy to have some warm water to swim around in. She preened and cleaned and fluffed and flapped until there was water everywhere in the bathroom. Every. Where. I even found water on the ceiling. 🤨 But she was one happy mother ducker.
After an hour in the soak she was allowed to stay inside (in her pet taxi) to get thoroughly dry before returning to the barn.
I told that boy NOT to get any ideas about a house duck. We were not having a pet duck in the house. 🦆
These puppies are more than enough! Although a single duck might be less mess! 😜
Alaska on my mind... 