Baking Bread and Bourbon

1. Went out with a bunch of great women Friday night.
2. Talked about Books, Bourbon, and Bandaloop. Among other things, but really who doesn’t love alliteration?
3. Had a sad day on Friday. So the night was perfect.
4. For the first time I want to take a student home with me.
5. But who do I think I am?
6. Yesterday was a blur…filled with a lot of kid noise.
7. Today was sick day filled with coughs and sniffles and blowing of noses.
8. I made bread.
9. The girls and I made chocolate chip cookies.
10. I wish I knew what to write about.
11. We are out of bourbon.

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7 thoughts on “Baking Bread and Bourbon

  1. Jen says:

    Your house looks beautiful in the snow. I hate you because you made me make chocolate chip cookies and now I have a stomach ache. The power of suggestion is so strong and I am so weak!

  2. barngirl says:

    I have made you make chocolate chip cookies, I made another woman drink Bourbon…I need to start using my power to have people give me money. 🙂

  3. barngirl says:

    Hmmmm Pedro…I already re-stocked but will consider the alternative next time. Brand? But I will never not love Bourbon.

  4. Pedro says:

    As my Grandpa says “There’s no such thing as a bad Scotch.” (snobby voice) Although I prefer Scotch from Speyside and the eastern side. Scotch from the islands and the west tends to be more smokey. (/snobby voice)

  5. Does Bourbon plus Bandaloop = the Book you were talking about was Still Life With Woodpecker?

    And speaking of books- I love Neverwhere too. Have you read Neil Gaiman’s American Gods yet? I love that even more.

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