Yesterday was spent hosting the claims adjuster from our PR move. Since I was tied to the house all afternoon, I decided it was the perfect excuse to make my crusty french bread again. This time, it turned out much better than the first couple of attempts in the arid desert. I still made it with 1/2 cup less flour than the recipe that worked like a million bucks in PR, but I guess that's just the difference in climates and maybe altitude? At any rate, it made for some great bruschetta last night, and since Widmer Farms keeps sending us free tomatoes, we have them out the yin yang that need to be eaten. Win/win all the way around.
And, since the cat's pretty much out of the bag anyways, YES. That is indeed our little Spud propped up on the countertop. And that really is what my hair looks like when it hasn't seen any dye to wash that grey out in over 4 months. Yikes.
