The other day, Olivia protested her nap. So instead of getting frustrated with her, I decided to invite her downstairs to join me in making bread. As I was spooning the dough out onto the counter to knead, she proclaimed, ""Oh no! Our spoon is very messy! We must clean it (pause).. with our tounges!" I am so glad I did. Because it's these memories that will mean the most.
And on the bread note, I must say, pb & (my grandmother's homemade) plum j on warm homemade bread has GOT to be one of THE BEST things I've ever eaten. I mean seriously, they should serve this in kitchy little sandwich shops. Liv and I were like fighting each other for who got the next warm and gooey treat. I use the master recipe from this book.
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