Baby, it is cold outside
I bundled up to go to the farmer’s market this morning–the last one of the season. And by bundled, I mean, I wore a sweatshirt and a coat. I couldn’t find my gloves or my scarf or a hat. I need to find those because I thought that my fingers were going to fall off. They were hurting by the time I got back to my car. The market was scarce, both in vendors and attendees. There were no issues in finding a parking spot across the street. The provider of our Saturday breakfasts was also kind to pass along raising buckets–straight sided, clear plastic buckets so it is easy to tell exactly when dough has doubled in size. Spacial relationships are not my strongest ability, and when dough is in a bowl, I have no idea if it has doubled. With the straight side buckets, I can tell especially since I can mark it with a rubber band when I first put the dough in there. I plan on putting one to use today. It is cloudy and slightly breezy and only in the 30s. I am going to put chili in the crockpot here soon to cook all day. Nothing pairs better with chili than cinnamon rolls*.
And I think for the first time since we’ve had Ada, I have bananas that are really ripe and need to be made into bread. You wouldn’t believe how many bananas both of my children can eat. Ada eats enough that during her last conference with her Raintree instructor and therapists one of their comments was “she really likes bananas, doesn’t she?” Yes.
*My second favorite would be asiago cheese drop biscuits.
