Working messed with my bread rhythm, though, and finally I started buying bread. It wasn’t the same, but we all got used to it….
My friend Christian messed with my pizza reality, though, when he described the stuffed pizza that he had recently baked. When he said, “You laminate the dough with butter,” I think I cut him off mid-sentence. Sometimes I can’t help myself.
“We don’t have anything planned for tomorrow night yet,” I pointed out. “Are we making pizza?” Christian and his family had come to visit for only three days. I needed to see and taste this lamination….
My husband likes gadgets. He especially likes gadgets he can deconstruct and make better. I try not to complain too much when I find random wing nuts in the couch or notice computer cables weaving precariously through an open window. I really try. And when I feel frustrated and get close to chucking all his crap through that open window, I remind myself how often his projects turn out just awesome.
One of his latest projects involves a Brinkmann Electric Smoker. Notice the wires coming out of the meat. Yes, those are the ones that lead from the smoker, across the porch, and up through the kitchen window….