Whupped up a pair of loaves of French Bread early this morning. We'll eat one at supper time and freeze the second one for later consumption.
And then, since the kitchen was already a train wreck, I decide to punch out a little loaf of artisan bread.
My long-suffering wife would like me to get out of "her" kitchen until further notice. But I've changed the spark plugs, oil, air filters and gas line filter in all of the power equipment; I've reloaded until my fingers are numb and raw; and I'm searching around for some inside projects since it's suppose to rain for the next few days, and I don't think I'm welcome in the kitchen for a while. A few weeks.