Saturday, March 20, 2010


There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
the other is as though
everything is a miracle.
Albert Einstein

A brother is a friend given by Nature. 
Jean Baptiste Legouve

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Set a basket on the floor,
turn your back
and it gets filled with cat.
In fact you don’t even need to turn your back.
Just reach over to pull the sheets off the bed.
Thomas thinks all baskets
are his domain.
In fact…
It doesn’t even need to be
a basket.
  He needs a kittybed like Maria's Violet.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


In the spirit of provident living we have several bags of hard red wheat stored away. Such a thing keeps for…probably forever, mostly because it is not easily used. So--just in case we ever had to survive on whole wheat I brought home a hand cranked flour mill.
Our kitchen has one low counter for vertically challenged people—like me. The little mill attaches nicely there. It holds about three cups of grain.

It takes a while to grind enough wheat to make two loaves of bread.

Little Red Hen: Who will help me grind the wheat?

Great Dane:  I will. 
Little Red Hen: See how it gives you a good workout of the upper body!

Great Dane: Hmm…it turns at about 50 rpm. I have a motor out in the shop I could hook up…
Little Red Hen: That would void the warrantee on the mill and defeat the whole purpose of this project.
Great Dane: grumble grumble.

I love making bread. It is sort of like sculpture you can eat.

The ingredients are simple: whole wheat flour,

a small amount of gluten flour,

cooking oil, salt, honey or sugar, warm water and yeast.

Yeast is a living thing which fills the dough full of bubbles.

It needs a warm environment to grow, so after the ingredients are mixed

and kneaded;

it’s a good idea to put the dough in a sunny place to rise.
When the dough has doubled in size it is divided, shaped
and put into oiled bread pans and left to rise again.
After baking for about forty-five minutes the bread is ready to be cut into thick slices and enjoyed.
I just wish there were ways to digitally share the aroma and flavor.

Please note: Homemade bread is a luxury and not the norm at our house.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


...and he's wonderful!

The momma is doing fine, too.