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Be Brave. Bake Bread

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This is the second time I baked bread, after I got back on the horse prior to being bucked off. But for this sentence to make sense….READ ON!

I am a Pinterest addict when it comes to recipes. I’ve told myself to make everything that I pin. So if it’s on my “Wifen’ It” board then I’ve made the dish already, or I am about to in the next few weeks.

So I was really excited when I saw two super easy recipes for baking bread that didn’t include yeast. Just baking soda.

Or so I thought.

My motto that fateful day was “Be Brave. Bake Bread.” I was feeling proud of myself, because I was going to attempt this bread business. As I readied the recipes, I just thought about how amazed Ben was going to be, how proud I was going to feel for accomplishing this feat and how awesomely awesome this homemade bread was because it didn’t need yeast. Say WHAT?!  After I stuck the first bread recipe in the oven, I started in on the next homemade bread venture. The second recipe called for baking soda.

Or so I thought.

I added 7 teaspoons of baking soda, yes SEVEN  teaspoons of baking soda to one single bread recipe. At this point in the bread adventure, I was pretty much on top of the world. I was just feeling pretty good about myself. After all,  I was being brave. I was baking bread.  Continue reading “Be Brave. Bake Bread”

Life & Learning

Our First Home

As many of you know, Ben and I have undertaken the awesome (exhausting) privilege of making a run-down place into our first home. When we walked through the trailer several weeks ago, we saw the possibilities and the potential. Even through all the ugly brown and the signs of age, we knew we could make this little trailer into our comfy first home.

And let me tell ya, there is a difference between pinning like a mad woman on Pinterest and actually doing what you’ve pinned.20150620_162731

But that’s a side note. Anyway…..

We used some new paint, but we picked many of our colors according to the left-over paint that his dad had lying around. We opened some of the paint cans and apologized to our noses! And then we opened some other cans and said, “This will work on such and such wall! What a good color! And it’s free.” Or something along those lines. Continue reading “Our First Home”