Cold Out There, Warm In Here

Gadzooks. Can't remember the last time I made good, old, plain, white bread. The idea came to me this morning in bed at 5:10. A blasted foot cramp woke me around 5 and by the time I got up, walked (hobbled) around the house trying to coax it to go away, made a bathroom stop . . . (Do you know what Batman does first thing every morning? He puts on his batrobe and goes to the batroom . Sorry, I just had to insert that.) . . . Where was I? Oh, yeah . . . I made a bathroom stop and crawled back into bed. The logs we put in the wood stove last thing last night didn't catch. Therefore, it was a mite chilly in the house and getting back into our warm bed seemed like a really good idea. But more shut-eye for me 'twas not to be. I was wide awake so laid there mentally planning my day. For some reason (basic hunger?) I started thinking of homemade bread. From there . . . well, that's the thought process that evolved into these two loaves of bread.

(Hmmm, I think I see French Toast with Blueberry Syrup in my near future.)

It's now mid-morning and the temp reads 28 degrees. (That's outside, we have managed to get things warmed up inside.) Another windy, gray, damp day with snow flurries. Somebody tell me there is still a sun somewhere out there, please? We sure haven't seen any sign of it in a couple of weeks. Makes it tough for people relying solely on alternative solar energy. I surely don't recall such winter-like weather hanging on into the end of March very often. Guess it just shows to go you that Mother Nature still maintains the upper hand. We who choose to live in the northern states just need to take a couple extra doses of Patience when waiting for spring.