Heavy, man. Or, My adventures with sourdough.

So I bought this issue of Mary Jane's Farm for a friend of mine that really wants her own hive. The issue was all about honey and I ended up reading parts of it and found the instructions for making sourdough bread.

Sounded so easy I figured I'd give it a try. It appealed to me in a chemistry set kind of way. The whole idea of adding two simple things every day, stirring it, watching it get all bubbly and funky smelling became something to look forward to after work.

Even if the article suggested you keep it by your coffee pot so it'll become a morning ritual, the best morning ritual I have is making it out of the door somewhat dressed at 6:30AM.

The happy bowl of goo, after I pulled out two cups to make my first bread.




Ready to go into the oven





All done! I was so excited that I took a cut out of it before I realized I wanted a picture.







It got the seal of approval from a Bay Area native, so I'm pretty satisfied in my first attempt.

I didn't expect them to be quite so heavy.

Holy crap! Kittens!

Last week we were on our way to the weekly crafternoon a friend of ours hosts. Each week has a theme, the first was the Bourne movies, then Scooby Doo movies and this last week it was 9th season Doctor Who.

I can't believe I forgot how much I loved Ol' Jug Ears.

However instead of the usual 3 pugs, 1 terrier pup and two cats...

And two new kittens! Adopted at the Petco next to the cajun place were we had just had lunch.

So meet Fred and Lucy:
The kitty foster mom kept saying we could name them whatever we wanted, she'd just come up the names so they could go to the vet to get fixed. Oddly the names fit them pretty well, so Fred and Lucy they stay.

And yeah, it's kind of great to have a reason to yell "HEEEEEY LUUUCY I'M HOOOOOME!!!" when you get home from work.