Wheat and White

It all started when we awoke yesterday morning to cancelled meetings and white on the ground. Snow that stuck for the second time this winter! We enjoyed a sacrament meeting, then food with family for Bria's birthday, then we slid toward home down Joyce Blvd.

The grain grinder Peggy lent us was calling my name this morning.

We broke it in with the wheat she bought us (and the new indestructible measuring cups).

I chose wheat; they chose white.

Thank goodness for Walmart: the bags went on feet, and Hannah sported the cart pusher sweatshirt.

This one was too small for a carrot nose.

Meanwhile, the KitchenAid did my dirty work. (Well, I did clean every nook and cranny of the stove while it mixed and kneaded.)

I think Hannah is such a beautiful girl.

Simon came in after about thirty minutes.

Josie and I enjoyed almost a half loaf of bread while Patrick worked, Simon napped, and we played with the alphabet cards Santa left in her stocking.

I got the "Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread" plate from our former neighbor Roy. It preserves our porch swing-made friendship as well as the memory of a similar plate we had growing up.

I'm glad to notice that the days are getting longer.
And the food is getting better!