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I’m extremely confident we have chronicled the fact the Darling Wife, although a wonderful spouse, Mother, Nana and gardener, is not so gifted in the kitchen area.
In fact, she has a sign in the kitchen that states: “If I had to stir it, it’s homemade”.
And there has been times where all she had to do was stir it and it still turned out awful, or at least inedible.
Another fact about the Darling Wife is she is a regular member of the FaceBook society.
Some days and almost nightly, she will spend at least an hour on the public forum sharing memories, pictures, well-wishes, birthdays, valuable anecdotes, etc.
And Pintrest? Don’t even get me started. She exchanges recipes (despite her cooking skills, or lack thereof), home improvement projects, gardening information, how to change a light bulb, you get the picture, the Little Lady is “Connected”.
Well, recently, I started to catch wind of some type of sourdough project.
She spoke of it as though it was similar to the “Manhattan Project” and as it is turning out, it may be as costly.
See, you make this sourdough concoction, much like the old “friendship bread” which I’m still not sure how that all worked, but it was a thing.
Back when our neighbor, Dorothy, the most wonderful person on earth. was still around, she gave the Darling Wife some friendship bread which was relatively harmless.
Our Dorothy is gone now, but this new “thing” has consumed the Little Lady and is causing me a touch of heartache and a bunch of cash.
The “heartache” would be an embellishment, but the cash? Not so much.
You remember how the Darling Wife wore out our former mailman, Al? Well our new mail person has been coming to our house nearly daily.
Bringing special flour, special utensils, over $75 worth of materials in one day. Then $58 the next and $62 the next.
When we started approaching $200, I started keeping track.
Now, I can spend money with the best of them for nothing, but I know the Darling Wife’s abilities when it comes to cooking.
The little Gal can mow the lawn with the best of them. She has an $8,000-dollar mower, she can lay cement, she can plant flowers, she can make our yard look like a park, but she’s not very adept at cooking and particularly baking. I’ll preface this entire diatribe with the fact I love the Little Lady, but she also knows I’m not very adept at schedules, mowing and to some degree, life in general.
She had been the conduit to my life for the past well, little while. Thirty-eight years to be exact.
To make a long story fit in this space. She set off the smoke alarms at our son Max’s house in Valentine with her first “batch” of sourdough then burned some sourdough “crackers” in attempt number two.
Third attempt at bread was pretty good and this morning I cut some of the bread and toasted it to go along with eggs and hash browns. Pretty tasty I must say.
Home grown eggs, homemade bread and some homemade tabasco (thanks Paul Sok) makes for a wonderful breakfast.
In the end, I guess it’s worth the hundreds of dollars if it makes the Little Lady feel better...and she just laid a new sidewalk from our back step to the driveway...guess I’ll keep her.
