Mama-luia

I love bread. I would be a failure on the Atkins Diet. I should be clear, though. I love good bread. Homemade bread. Artisan bread. Stuff that doesn't come in a plastic bag with a wee bread tag. My mom used to make bread when we were kids: soft, fluffy, aromatic bread. And you know what? I would still prefer store-bought stuff! (File that under "G" for " Gosh I was so constantly ungrateful to my mother as a child!"). Now I am "grown up", I would never be so foolish. Homemade bread is the best. This winter we bought a breadmaker. We're frugal people by nature so it seemed better than buying stuff in the store (and likely, more healthy) and the idea appealed also to Patrick's "do-it-yourself" streak. My innermost woman grieved on that day, however; making bread to save money was a good idea, but wouldn't it be better to make it from SCRATCH? I just never, ever saw myself with the patience to do that. So I felt like less of "...

{I have decided to do a "Stuff I like" series for the next while. I often have NOTHING interesting to say when I sit down at the computer, so this might give me some inspiration. Hope you like it. } I used to fantasize I was required to wear a school uniform. In grade five, I actually insisted from time to time for my mom to braid my hair into tight pigtail braids so I could match my kilt, tights and blouse-sweater vest combo. Don't worry, I also wore jeans to school. But I loved wearing a kilt. I thought it made me more "ready" for school. Boy, was I excited when I discovered that the crazy university I was moving to the middle of nowhere to attend had a dress code. Years later, my childhood dream came to fruition. Then I got married, pregnant, gave birth, yada-yada, and here I am, a stay-at-home mom. What a beautiful vocation! It's also a "career path", too, you know. I say that because I want people to know I willingly chose this; I was...