Mommy makes the best bread. I asked her to come over one morning and teach me the ropes of her family envied recipe and technique. Her experienced hands showed that dough who’s boss! We made what we call “Three Generation Rolls” where she rolled a small ball of dough and then my daughter and I did the same. We put all three in one muffin pan and it was very obvious which one of the three my mother man-handled. It was grey and cold outside and warm and delicious inside. Hope your not wearing your new shirt ’cause this post is mouth-watering!
As I mentioned yesterday…it was snowing on St. Patrick’s Day. After the potluck, I headed back home with a car full of kids and friends. The light in the sky shifted when evening came and it looked like a fairy tale in my back yard. I tried to sweet talk the kids into going outside with me for a mini-shoot but they were too engulfed in a full on nerf war and wanted nothing to do with it…so Misti and Ben agreed to be my subjects because I would.not.stop bugging them about it. *cheese*
I woke up to grey skies and a chance of snow. Typical. Last week my son was wearing shorts to school…no big deal. That’s a typical March in Rockingham County for ya. I headed to church then joined some friends for a birthday celebration that just-so-happened to be on St. Patrick’s Day. Perfect. We all met at a local restaurant then headed over to our friend’s place for a delicious potluck. The snow covered the grass and the crockpot aroma filled the house. It’s ok to be jealous.