October 18th, 2013

Epic Jazz Hands [rightonicons]

Guys. GUISE.

I have been baking bread almost every single day. Every baking is two loaves. This should tell you how much my family eats. I can now make sourdough bread in my sleep. SPEAKING OF, HOW IS EVERYONE'S STARTER DOING? Mine is so delicious smelling, I can't even. Mm, bread. I'm pretty sure that I could give that whole "man cannot live by bread alone" a run for its money.

WAIT THAT MEANS I FORGOT ABOUT WINE. And roasted chicken. And poblano peppers. And chips. And Texas Sheet Cake. Shoot.

I made two pounds of garlicky hummus last weekend (literally two pounds) and it's almost all gone. I have a sad. Except that just means that I'll have to make some more and it's a delicious smelling process, so yay! (Toasted sourdough bread with a big, thick schmear of hummus is my go-to snack. Mm, COME KISS ME WITH MY GARLIC SOUR BREATH *SMOOOOOOCH* Protip: get all the chickpea skins off before making hummus for super creamy deliciousness. Otherwise, it's a bit pasty. It doesn't change the TASTE, just the look.

I'm writing today. I want to finish this damn Sterek fic, but I'm not done torturing Stiles just yet. (IT ENDS HAPPILY BECAUSE I DON'T DO ANGST ENDINGS ANYMORE. Not since AtS...) Writing and me have been frenemies lately, so we're trying to work through our issues and be BFF again.

Hey guys, it's the weekend!