23. July 2009 by Khizmet.

He did it! He passed grade 3! Which means that my verbal control over him has gotten much better. OOOOh he was such a good boy in class….my leash was totally off, and his little drag line was tucked in his collar most of the class.  His most spectacular moment was once again…ignoring a little pug-cross who wanted to get all up in his butt….wait a second…I don’t mean it like that….puggy pup wanted to visit….not what you’re thinking….sick-o!  So that means on to grade 4…. in the mean time though I hope to teach him a new trick every 2 or 3 days….

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23. July 2009 by Khizmet.

it’s the little things, like baking bread….that bring me much joy….these loaves turned out to be soft and squishy…. light and fluffy…..usually my bread turns out like pucks…and once they get cold…might as well toss ‘em.  I love my silicone baking thingys.  A cookie silpat was the first silicone baking thingy I got…and I was convinced…..

 Why do I want to bake bread?  When I was really little, my older sister Laurie used to pose all kinds of interesting scenarios to me and my unsuspecting younger sister and brother.  One that sticks with me is….what if you were the last person on earth?  At first I was all happy thinking that I would be able to get any toy that I wanted…..go ride any horse that I wanted….then I realized “goodbye electricity”… and that once I ran out of all the packaged food in the world, I’d have to get down to business and have to do the dirty work that my mom did…like grow the garden myself…butcher chickens myself…already knew how to pluck the smelly scalded beasties….. that was a fun job as a kid….not.

Baking bread was just one of the everyday things my mom did…. and she didn’t really trust us to do that job when I lived at home still….so even though I watched the process for years, doing it, is actually a different thing entirely….  I smile now when I think back and thought what a treat it was to get store bought bread… and store bought milk too…(because I could taste which cow it came from when we had to milk cows…some are saltier than others)

 and now…it’s a treat to get fresh home baked bread…and I love weeding the garden….hm, I wonder if I’d like raw milk now? I guess if didn’t know the cow personally.

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