Pasadena Housewife

(Thanks to Anne Bonney for the caption idea.)

It was $5 at a garage sale across the street.

It’s going to live in the kitchen next to the kitchen rack. This is where the person reading out loud to the chef sits.

Here’s a link to the poem posted right above it.

Sometimes I love to be just sick enough that I can lay in bed all day drifting in and out of naps, finishing a couple of books and starting a new one while Gavin brings me Dayquil and water and tea and fruit on a plate and then takes the boys out to do something fun. I like to look out the window from my bed and watch the birds sitting in the trees while the house is quiet.

When I’m cooking and cleaning up around the house I like to listen to books on tape from the library.

Happy Valentine’s Day! I love you so much.

I went outside as it was getting dark to unpin the laundry from the clothesline. While I was folding it and setting it in the basket, I looked up and saw the moon through the branches of the big tree in our back yard.

Tags: baking, bread, sourdough

I’ve been making sourdough starter from scratch using Nancy Silverton’s Breads from the La Brea Bakery recipe. It’s a two-week process. You start with flour, water and organic grapes, you monitor the room temperature, you’re careful about the temperature of the water that you add, you feed it on a rigid schedule, you don’t let it touch stainless steel, and if all goes well you end up with something you can make bread from. My first batch died, but this second one is bubbling along happily. I’m two days away from being able to bake my first loaf of bread.

I’m keeping track of the feeding schedule on that splattered index card over to the right.