Home. Oh, I love a good home. Even though there are many things I would love to change about our home (the popcorn ceilings, the overspray on the fireplace, the awkwardly shaped rooms...)I know that we have a pretty sweet situation here. I am warm enough. I am sheltered from wind and rain. I get to watch birds flit around in the dogwoods at the front and back of the house. I get to watch Duke go all Rambo-dog on the squierells that dare trespass on his lawn ("Stay off the grass!"). Our home is more than enough.
I love coming back home, most of all. There's just something so quieting to my soul to be back in my regular spot, doing my regular things. Traveling is great and all, and Phoenix was really really cool, but I love home best of all.
Since I was home and could, I baked yesterday. Bread. Like, the real stuff. Sounds impressive, right? Like maybe I should open up that bakery I talk about. It's probably because of some great tips I know. Like the fact that if your house is, say hypothetically, 66* because you refuse to turn on the heat, under-cabinet puck lights can really heat up a space for bread to rise.
|It might be a fire hazard, but dang it, my bread rose!|
Or that if you think you should take your rings off before kneading the dough, it's probably a good idea to do so before (1) you get unbelievably pregnant or (2) the under-cabinet puck lights heat the entire kitchen and your fingers respond accordingly...
And finally, a good recipe is everything. Seriously, Mel, she's got it going on. Kid tested, mom approved, the girl has never failed me yet. Her bread recipe takes 2 hours, start to finish, but only about 15 minutes of active time. AND IT'S DELICOUS. As in, I may or may not have eaten an entire half-loaf yesterday. Okay, 1/3 of a loaf... But try it yourself, and you'll understand!
It also made my house smell absolutely fabulous.
While I was distracted by bread making and crockpotting (Sounds a bit gross, don't you think? Sort of like "juice bags", as I've heard Capri Suns called... bleh.), Duke was making quite the commotion in the other room. When I stuck my head out there, I saw that he had trapped a Green Lizard with his paw. Just holding it by it's tail. And we're talking green, here, people. As in the green of these peppers from my crock pot spicy pork:
Green, right? So I made Duke let the poor guy go (I was afraid he'd eat him, and then I'd never be able to look at Duke the same way again.), and then I got something to trap him with. The trapping was successful.
And then we released the little Brown guy outside. That's right. Between the time Duke let him go and I trapped him under the bowl, the little guy turned the same shade as my carpet! It was wild! Also a little disconcerting, as I now fear that the carpet is covered with them, I just can't see them. *shudder*
|Seriously. Bell Pepper Green to this, in a matter of 15 seconds.|
And now I truly feel like I'm home. A little baking, a little cooking, a little lizard catching... Things are never boring here, not for long. Today's plan includes laundry, vaccuuming, scrubbing, and possibly even dusting, if I can remember how to accomplish such a feat. I know it's crazy, but I'm looking foward to getting my house back in order after being home only 3 out of the last 13 days. And no, it's not nesting, because I'm only 24 weeks, and nesting comes at the end. And this had better not be "the end".