It is #throwbackthursday so I’m sharing an older post, originally written February of 2009, as well as a current update at the end. It’s like my own little then & now version of “On This Day In History.”
“The Rest Of My Life.”
It’s a phrase that Jeff has taken up.
As in, he shakes his head at me while saying “the rest of my life.”
This tends to occur after I do things that are not particularly bright.
(I am not sure if this is funny or disturbing.)
But last night, it was a phrase that I head uttered a lot as we were in the middle of clearing all the smoke out of the kitchen.
I think it might have been in reference to my attempt to make toast.
(In my defense, it WAS an unfamiliar kitchen. I’ve never burnt toast in my own kitchen. Well, not this badly anyhow.)
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I would just like to point out that while it did take several years, I got better. My attempts at breaking bread no longer ACTUALLY break the bread. Or our toaster oven. Or our smoke alarm.
In fact, I make my own bread now FROM SCRATCH and so I feel as though this negates all of those times I almost burnt down the kitchen attempting to make toast.
Here is the evidence of one of my successes, in stark contrast to my failure pictured above.
And that is how we do it in 2015, former self. BOOM.
(Recipe for homemade honey white bread here in case you also like bread.)
