Cravings
This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. In my opinion, a chorus of angels should cue up as soon as the picture loads, beams of sunshine should light the page and everyone should stop and stare. Do I sound a little crazy? Well I am.
Ever since I've been pregnant, store bought bread has lost its appeal. I've eaten it, because I'm lazy and my old breadmaker broke back in Idaho. But I can't ignore my preference for homemade bread any longer. I crave it. night. and. day.
All last week I've thought about how good a slice of homemade bread would taste. I find myself dreaming about it. During lulls at work, I'm daydreaming of how to get another bread maker. I even looked up buying a Bosch, but that dream quickly faded for now. Then I found a Sunbeam bread maker on Craigslist. I'm sorely tempted to use some of my birthday money to buy it. And I keep plotting about taking it to work with me, just to have the smell of baking bread.
Of course I could just make it from scratch - but I'm pregnant and that sounds too time consuming. And it probably wouldn't taste that great either, based on my past baking experiences.
Enter Lynnae W., who is once again my hero and angel. Two years ago, Lynnae and her husband Matt's thoughtfulness was a life saver to Scott and I when they opened their home to us. We were two complete strangers who could have been completely crazy. Yet, they gave us a place to stay until we found an apartment. This has always meant so much to me and I don't think I've ever really thanked her properly.
Once again, Lynnae has proven herself my hero. You see, she happens to make the best home made bread I've ever tasted - and I thought that pre-pregancy. Well, I just got off the phone with her and she is going to make me several loafs tomorrow. Such a little thing to some, but I am so excited. It is so kind of her to do. I will be a very, happy pregnant lady tomorrow after work.
Ever since I've been pregnant, store bought bread has lost its appeal. I've eaten it, because I'm lazy and my old breadmaker broke back in Idaho. But I can't ignore my preference for homemade bread any longer. I crave it. night. and. day.
All last week I've thought about how good a slice of homemade bread would taste. I find myself dreaming about it. During lulls at work, I'm daydreaming of how to get another bread maker. I even looked up buying a Bosch, but that dream quickly faded for now. Then I found a Sunbeam bread maker on Craigslist. I'm sorely tempted to use some of my birthday money to buy it. And I keep plotting about taking it to work with me, just to have the smell of baking bread.
Of course I could just make it from scratch - but I'm pregnant and that sounds too time consuming. And it probably wouldn't taste that great either, based on my past baking experiences.
Enter Lynnae W., who is once again my hero and angel. Two years ago, Lynnae and her husband Matt's thoughtfulness was a life saver to Scott and I when they opened their home to us. We were two complete strangers who could have been completely crazy. Yet, they gave us a place to stay until we found an apartment. This has always meant so much to me and I don't think I've ever really thanked her properly.
Once again, Lynnae has proven herself my hero. You see, she happens to make the best home made bread I've ever tasted - and I thought that pre-pregancy. Well, I just got off the phone with her and she is going to make me several loafs tomorrow. Such a little thing to some, but I am so excited. It is so kind of her to do. I will be a very, happy pregnant lady tomorrow after work.
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