New Bag

It was raining cats and dogs yesterday so I let the girls rot their little brains a bit and watch a movie. While they turned into mini couch potatoes, I came up with a new bag. It's the biggest bag yet and is verging on luggage. I reinforced everything with heavy interfacing and quilted it. So it will hold everything and keep it all safe. It has an interior zipper pocket and two deep leather pockets on the front.
I found an old leather coat like one Bad Babs had when I was little. It had some great leather buttons that I saved and used one on the front flap though I opted to use Velcro for the actual closure. I fought against Velcro for a while, but in the end decided that it won out for practicality. Next I will try a zipper AND the Velcro, just in case you have stuff that needs to be EXTRA safe and twice as hard to get at in a hurry.
It occurs to me that this would only be the case if you did not have kids in tow, as all my purse has in it are gum wrappers, cracker crumbs and last weeks art projects from story time at the library all marinating in leaking sippy. Hmmm. Foul, I know.

Dirty words and Dough

We here at LBB are not afraid of carbs. Bring on the bread. Boss Hog has a close relationship to all things home baked. His health nutty-ness inclines him to guilt and avoidance of anything truly decadent. Pity that is not the case with me.

In honour of his love of the more homely baked goods, we tried a few new things. Above is my new favourite bread/bun. It is a 50% spelt dough, slightly sweetened with TONS of chopped green onions folded in and then sprinkled slightly with Maldon Smoked Sea Salt. These are great. In fact I put them up to be considered over the traditional Hot-Cross Bun for the ultimate baked goods to welcome spring.
Above are some buns from this book. It was recommended to me by PH and she was right, this man makes great bread. And he has given me a new pseudo-swear word to throw around when the mood strikes and the kids can hear me.

Below is a photo of bread called Fougasse. I love it, it's beautiful, quick to make, delicious and makes you seem like a very advanced French chef when your bread basket is full of these rather than conventional buns. Very high satisfaction:effort ratio with fougasse. Also the word itself, 'fougasse', is deliciously naughty sounding when you need to holler a truly dirty word but little ears prevent you.
Another brilliant substitute bad word brought to me by PH and her husband is 'credenza'. Do you have another bad word replacement? Let me know in the comments.