is it really only tuesday? how is that possible? but for a while this afternoon i thought i was monday.
so i’m baking bread right now. at the moment, two loaves of french bread, one with green olives and blue cheese, the other with just blue cheese. they look perfect, and that is because they rose for a very very long time today. this is because i was buying swim suits.
i was at work and told sandy that i have to buy a swim suit and she said i’d better buy one pretty quick because they’re liable to be ALL GONE, and the ones that come out in winter for people who cruise won’t be out for months. so i panicked and went to the mall after working and tried on about 15 of them.
it was about as horrible as the process usually is, except then there were about 5 that didn’t look so bad and i didn’t know what to do and i thought maybe i’d put them all on hold and make kevin go back with me tomorrow and tell me which one he liked best, but i didn’t want to wait, and then i was going to ask the saleswomen what they thought but decided it would be too humiliating to parade out of the dressing room in a swimming suit.
so i kept trying them on over and over again and finally bought three. they weren’t cheap, but they actually were a steal because originally they were about a hundred bucks APIECE.
i don’t know exactly why i bought three of them, i guess becuase i couldn’t really decide.
so i’d mixed up some french bread at about noon today and was going to go home and punch it down and then bake it but i didn’t get home till almost eight and one of the bowls of dough had oozed up and over the top and was spreading out over the counter, like the pudding that woody allen makes in “sleeper.”
i’m making four loaves tonight so i guess i won’t be going to bed till after midnight.
i just took two of the loaves out of the oven and one of them, the one with blue cheese and green olives, has an oozing fissure down the middle of it from where i folded it over after putting in the blue cheese. and it looks perfect but i’m also afraid that maybe it will split open so i tried to wedge it against the blender so it won’t leak out.
also, i just want to eat both loaves of bread. these are supposed to be cooled and wrapped and frozen and then re-heated for the wedding rehearsal dinner, but what if i just eat them, instead? when MFH gets home from work, he will definitely want to eat them.
nobody would ever know if i just bought some bread at the store and served that, instead. except christine will read this and she’ll say I DESERVE SOME FRENCH BREAD, DAMMIT! YOU CAN EAT IT ANY OLD TIME BUT I HAVE NO FRENCH BREAK-MAKING ABILITIES HERE IN DENVER!
she’s right. i won’t eat it.
she hasn’t bought a dress yet. this does not worry me.
i’m not really worried about much, wedding-wise, as a matter of fact. things seem kind of ok, like it’s all going to be fine.
i’m looking forward to saying to thad on my wedding day, SEE? I’M NOT ALL FREAKED OUT. because he insisted that i’m going to be a BIG BASKET CASE and it will ALL JUST BE A BLUR.
wrong wrong wrong.
i just set off the smoke detector because some cheese dripped on the bottom of the oven. i’m slightly accident-prone today. i spilled approximately a cup of flour earlier, and just about a half hour ago i dumped a great deal of corn meal on the floor. mollie didn’t care to lick it up.
hopefully that’s all the mayhem for one day. TUESday.
ok then,
grace.