I am still waiting for the coconuts to drop from the maple tree in the front yard. Thirty six hours after Monday's snow storm, temps dropped even further we had an other 18 inches of Al Gore's BS.
No knead bread. This is what it looks like after rising overnight at room temperature.
Feed the birds. Go inside and heat up the oven to 450 deg F. and take a break.
Pop a couple more Advil, take a nap and try to ignore the world.
For dinner a quick Chicken Piccata