After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Still MORE orange juice and flour--Day #3
Okay. I agree. Not so exciting yet. But, it's ONLY day three and I'm dreaming of sourdough. It's my effort to be just that much more "crunchy" without having to live off the grid in a yert with a compostable toilet, chasing the milk cow out of the garden with a baby on my back while my kids chop wood and my husband is off hunting for deer or hippo or something else edible that will sustain us through the harsh winter. This seems much more pleasant.