I just have one perfect loaf that I mix up most Fridays and bake most Saturday mornings. I have the workflow down perfect and if I want other bread products I can go procure them from a professional.

Oh dang. This would be a silly meal to make for a single person, the joy of a big bake like this is its scalability. Maybe I can hawk off a lump of my normal bread dough for an egg boat just to try.

I’m not allowed to order any more seeds until I find out if I’m getting off the waitlist for a community garden plot, because my postage stamp front yard is already full. I’ll be living vicariously through the seed orders of others and sending my brother catalog pictures.

How’s that Boston accent doing?

It should be harder to have a valid license because the last time I had to operate a car was five years ago to get my brother to a hospital in a medical emergency and he would have rather driven himself, and I have since renewed my license.

Who wants to give me and my mixer a lift to Salem for kitchenaid revival?

It’s a very nineties image. Thanks for reminding me I need to find someone to repair this relic. It’s been through too much to lie fallow.

One of the movies my high school friends made me watch after learning I was raised by a hippie and had only seen ten movies. I should revisit that list.

Self raising curtain rods, washable water color lamp shades, wearable houseplants. My living room is here for the ideas generating machine.

Laundry basket on wheels reminds me of a maybe apocryphal story of my mild case of infant jaundice where my mom popped me ontop of a full laundry basket and plopped me before the sunniest window around the house for the first few weeks of my life. Makes the early nineties seem like a long time ago.

I can’t speak to that specific recipe but miso, whipped into room temp butter with lime zest and salt is a new favorite of mine for basting simple veg like a wedge of seared cabbage and a jammy onion gets sweet in a similar fashion. Probably hits.

That’s one of the grimmest things I’ve seen. As fraught with problems as it is the progress on infant and maternal mortality is one of the biggest wins of modern medicine. Without which my sister would have died. Twice.

Swerve is king shit of fuck mountain he has the aura of a Norse god of war and the house call is one of the sexiest moves going today. And then he’s got his goofy coffee hawking minion to remind us it’s not that serious.