I think I’m outta shape in the bread-making departments. Probably a little too nervous to add all the liquid I should have – not wet enough a dough. That’s all. Nothing major. I knew it from the first turn of the dough.
Had a nice dinner with the family – Peg made a delish chicken, corn and potato chowder so with the bread and a salad we all went home with happy tums.
Came home and watched, nay, sobbed over Downton Abbey. Geesh Louise. Way to go to kill off the sweetest baby sister and at the hands of a couple patriarchal men. Way to set off the budding suffragette sister? It’s ok. But damn, I just wasn’t expecting it.
Ironed some fabric and now what? I think there’s some laundry waiting to be put away. I’m sure I can handle that while sniffling over Sybil.
