Week before last was kind of a crappy photo week. But, it’s fine because it just motivates me to get out and take more.  If I get to grow old I don’t think I’ll look back on my life and say, “I wish I wouldn’t have taken so many pictures.”

This was my raw pumpkin bread going into the oven.  The oven light gives it a beautiful orange hue!

And here on the counter without the oven light.  You can see how I stacked the Pop Tarts.

Ben is in working on his graduate degree.  It is rare for both of us to be away from our computers at the same time.  Sometimes we have to schedule family “gadget free” time.

I am borrowing this old book from my mother-in-law.  It’s a great reference for all things bread.  I waited on Dolores Casella a few times at a restaurant I used to work at. She used to teach cooking classes.  I wish I would’ve taken one from her.  She owned a couple of different restaurants in Idaho Falls.  I went to one of them on a dinner date when I was in High School.  I believe it was called “The Downtowner”.  I remember having pasta with sun dried tomatoes and a salad with a blue cheese vinaigrette.  Back then, especially in Idaho Falls, sun-dried tomatoes and crumbled blue cheese were bordering on exotic.  I remember feeling urbane and grown-up on that date in her restaurant.