A new addiction, albeit a wholesome one

Confession: I always thought people who regularly made their own bread were a little weird. Really? You can't afford an $.88 loaf of bread?

Until one day last week when we ran out of bread in the morning, and (not feeling a trip to the store) I thought to myself, I have lots of assorted flours in the pantry, why not just for fun?

Holy. Freaking. Cow.

I cannot overstate how good this bread is. It is the holy grail of whole wheat bread recipes. McKay loves it for his sandwiches. Tyler and Jamie love it for their toast in the morning. And I love it for its soft, chewy, delicious with honey and butter self.

You guys, I'm not kidding when I say I do not want to buy bread ever again. I have joined with the weirdos and I don't care.

Here's the recipe:

Honey Whole Wheat Bread

Now the only thing left to do is to try it out with my friend Melissa's heavenly looking Vanilla Bean Honey Butter.

It's probably a good thing I've started running again.

Cars, cars, cars. Ugh.

So while the red car was getting a facelift at Progressive's car shop, McKay's car decided to die on the freeway while I was driving it back from a student teaching. Let me tell you, losing all driving power and power steering while going 70 miles an hour is terrifying. So we had a weird few days where we had two rental cars at once.

I missed my car.

McKay did not miss his car. Or its lack of an iPod port. It was a sad day when the warranty stopped covering his rental :)

But sometimes our neighbors do this:

When we park on the street, that is.

Sigh. Big sigh. Angry grumble. Roar.

By the way, thank you McKay for insisting on Hit and Run Collision Coverage.

Sometimes my baby does this:

after a long morning out.