Saturday night Miles was hungry and wanted to make something new. So we went through the cookbook and he picked out sweet rolls. I remember when we still had a working bread machine I would use it to mix up lots of different kinds of breads and bake them in the oven.
The bread machine died a few years back, and since then I don't think I've made any yeast breads. Somehow it seemed to hard. So Saturday Miles and I made cinnamon rolls. It was actually pretty easy. Actually, the process of kneading the dough was enjoyable. It felt like meditating somehow.
Then on Sunday miles wanted to make something else, so we made rolls. They all turned out very good. Sometimes I forget how some work is intrinsically rewarding. Maybe I'll have to start making bread again.
That reminds me. I still haven't started my seeds yet. Dang! How do the weeks slip by so fast?
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