I was making bread. After I got the yeast going, and measured the flour, I realized my mixed was broken. At the same time I dumped half of the flour down myself and onto the flour. Peter quite enjoyed playing with it. I let him while I tried to figure out what to do with my mixer. It was a little lot frustrating. Eventually I did figure out that on small piece was gummed up, and hopefully I can get it cleaned out or order a new piece. The mixer is still broken, however. I also learned today that you can actually make bread by hand. Wow. It wasn’t that hard and actually a wonderful way to work away the stress I had built up over the broken mixer.

Peter has been grumpy, not only because his mommy ignored him while she tried to make bread. He has the rest of his teeth coming in. All at once. Poor kid. We made it through the day. The kitchen even got clean even with lunch spilled all over, and flour everywhere. We went sledding with Daddy. (Which scared little Pete, but Joe and I liked it.) And we played at the library. Most wonderful of all my bread was delicious. I was so worried that after a morning of trying to get it made it would fail. But it didn’t. I would say it is the best bread I have ever made. I’m not in any hurry to get my mixer fixed. I wouldn’t mind just kneading again. 🙂

*Oh, and congrats to sister who had baby Annalee today!