Mama Does Mormon!

Ok, so you remember my little "provident living" spiel a few blogs ago? I would just like to inform the world that:
1) When I went to Costco yesterday and bought the essentials (plums, milk, Kashi cookies and Bloody Mary chips), I did NOT buy bread.
When I was younger, I made bread - not often, mind you- but I did make bread. In fact, my friend's mother (Kathy) taught me how to make bread. My father fell in love with the idea of his little brunette woman baking bread for the family, so he took Kathy's advice, went to the Spokane County Fair, and bought me a Bosch. For those of you who don't make bread, you've probably never SEEN a Bosch. It's kind of a (less popular) competitor of the standard KitchenAid stand up mixer that's on every show on the Food Network, sitting on the back counter, just looking warm and inviting. Having one of those on your counter means that you (presumably) mix cookies, make pasta and stuff your own sausage on a regular basis.
The Bosch uses a bowl that looks more like a Bundt pan than anything else. The Bosch's strength is making either VERY large batches of cookies or bread. Kathy uses a Bosch. Therefore, only a Bosch would do for Daddy's little bread-maker!
The Bosch came with me when I got married, along with a blender attachment. It is mine. So is a Crockpot that I got for Christmas when I was 17. (So, I was a homebody!) A few months ago, Will pointed out that he had NEVER seen me make bread. How could that be? Daddy's little bread-maker doesn't make bread? Impossible! The next day, I went to my parents' house and stole their bread maker (a real bread maker, that mixes and bakes bread) and their yeast. So far, that has produced a loaf of marmalade bread, a loaf of banana bread and a loaf of raisin cinnamon bread. However, bread machine bread is so very big, and so very square...it's hard to toast it.
So, yesterday, I went to Costco. I walked straight past the beautiful, soft, sweet Orowheat Potato Bread. I didn't even stop for a glance to wonder if the $3.50 was worth it. And this morning, I got up and I mixed bread. I have two, delicious, sweet loaves of Betty Crocker's finest. Take that, ye naysayers - I made bread. I hereby declare myself to be a LITTLE more provident.

2) Do you remember my zucchini? They SPROUTED. I didn't kill them! Even though I planted them, buried them, watered them, realized they weren't getting any water, dug them all back up (apparently, as of today, I missed one!), dug a trench, filled it with potting soil, REPLANTED them and watered them again.....several of them poked their little two-leafed heads up into our unusually warm weather this afternoon. I'm feeling on top of the world.

AND I finally figured out how to have a (happier) Teah on Wednesdays - take naps BETWEEN lessons instead of during (and hope that she sleeps through the endless rounds of Hanon and "do-overs.") Goodness...it only took me 9 months to figure THAT one out. How dense can you get!