A full day of school, unusual for a Friday. It was surprisingly jolly, for being lots of school on a Friday. We came home in good spirits. I attended to my sourdough... organism, and started some dough for actual bread. It's not too hard to substitute sourdough starter for flour, water, and yeast in a normal bread recipe (after all,) so I've been making some Compromise Bread.
Now that I commit it to print, "Compromise Bread" sounds like a grim way to end the week. Who wants a sandwich?
Weirdly enough, the week began with the thump of a HAWK flying into our car as we drove onto the interstate. Enough stuff happened during the week that "Compromise Bread" sounds particularly depressing to me, and then finally, yesterday, my dad sawed off part of his finger. Is that a strange week, or what?