Kids and Food on Repeat

Do I talk about anything other than my children or the food I'm preparing constantly? No. Because that's my life at the moment. They kind of go together, anyway.

So! Instead of talking, how about some pictures of my kids and food? Yes.

First, a family excursion to a stream to collect mussels, which turned out to be, um, illegal to collect.

Too bad. Cubby was SO EXCITED to find shellfish right in our neighborhood. Sorry, kid. The DEC says no mussels for you.

And just to prove that I was there, too . . .

I don't like shellfish, so I was not too sad to discover that they are illegal to collect for eating.

And some more--but definitely legal--food, with a back story . . .

Yesterday on the way home from our adventure when Charlie was having a fit about wanting to stop for food and I denied this request because all the children were soaking wet, sandy, and half-dressed, I promised him that tonight we could have a hot dog and marshmallow roast in the firepit A. made on Friday. And then, because I am a glutton for punishment and also perhaps drunk on my power of Sourdough Baking*, I told A. "Hey, if I started the sourdough now, I could make hot dog buns that you could eat."

Stupid, stupid me.

And THEN, A. told the kids a story last night about the time when I was pregnant with Cubby and he got up at like 3 a.m. and made me random homemade cinnamon rolls and I said, "Hey, I could use half that dough I have going to make cinnamon rolls tomorrow."

All this to explain why I was standing in the kitchen at 7 a.m. today before coffee, rolling out sourdough dough and remembering why it is that I don't like to bake.

It was kind of chilly this morning, so the last rise was taking too long to bake them before A. and Cubby left for church. I could bake them now, but it's probably not fair to reward the heathens who don't go to church with freshly baked cinnamon rolls while the pious church-goers have to settle for re-warmed ones. So I guess they'll have to wait.

I sincerely hope they're worth the effort, but I doubt it.

Pillsbury is looking better all the time.

* We've been here one month and I think I've made bread at least six times. Plus pizza, and now hot dog buns and cinnamon rolls. This is getting excessive.