Well, hopefully my traveling is done for a few weeks. I spent last week in Marksville, Louisiana. It's a small town of about 1000 and a casino. I spent all of my time in the casino. It was a pretty uneventful week, and I would not want to bore you with the details of conversations of people I only see 3 times a year.
Instead I think I would like to talk about making bread. I hear it's a hippie thing to do, make your own bread...you know to live simply and be one with the Earth and not eat processed food. But I think the hippies are wrong. I'm pretty sure an expensive loaf of whole wheat organic 12 grain bread may be healthier than homemade white bread. Are these hippie bread makers buying 12 different grains, whole wheat flour, etc to make their bread or are they just buying the cheapest bleached white flour available to make it? (Bleached white flour has all of it's delicious nutrients removed from it).
I suppose I just get annoyed when people talk about eating healthy and organic and look down on me because I enjoy my taco bell taco immensely.
To me making your own bread is not about living simply and being one with nature and going back to your roots, etc. It's about being in control of what you own, what you buy, and what you eat. A way of going against the consumerism market.
I think that makes me a hipster, not a hippie, but equally as annoying. Damn.
Anyways, I make bread because it's fun and I like eating it. Plus we don't go grocery shopping regularly, so sometimes we run out of bread. Growing up, making bread was always a job, part of the household chores. A very much more enjoyable chore, but still it was something my parents did same as vacuuming and making me clean the bathrooms, and I still see it that way.
Also, I vacuumed after I got home yesterday from my trip. Josh did it first, but did not get all the nooks and crannies (we had a dirty spot that REALLY needed vacuuming, and he half assed it, but thought he did good.). I then had to empty the canister and clean the filter bc he didn't do it and it was FULL. So then I had to revacuum after him and I picked up a ton of stuff the first go around missed.
Now he's at work all day today and tomorrow. I haven't seen him all week and I won't see him all weekend. He works Saturday and Sunday next weekend too, even though he asked for it off.