My sourdough starter waits undisturbed in the fridge while I’m gone. I feed it this morning to use later today.
Isn’t it amazing that wild yeast organisms live all around us and we can cultivate them and put them to work leavening loaves of bread?
We go next door to the 1st birthday of our youngest neighbor. Her parents have invited family and friends to a stellar celebration. It begins with bubbles in the front yard for their older daughter, Oliver, and Evan Marie who show up first.
Inside the house, the party is lively and loud, but outside on a swing hanging from a huge tree, the hostess with her girls and two of our granddaughters (lovers of quiet) find a place of peace and calm.
Our neighbors are the best.
The weather is warm, so the starter was bubbling and ready to use when I returned from the party. Baguettes will be ready to bake before bedtime tonight. They’re my contribution to a gathering my consuegra (I hope you’ll indulge my use of this Spanish word for which there is no equivalent in English. It could translate as “co-mother-in-law”) is hosting after Mass tomorrow.
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While we are away, weeds grow like crazy in our wildflower garden, the cucumber vine dies, and tomatoes and peppers outgrow their space.
Today, Doug cleans, weeds, prunes.
We pray Vespers at home and eat an early dinner of hamburgers before he goes to serve at the 5pm Vigil Mass at St. Thomas More, our home parish.
This is how the nave and sanctuary look before people arrive.
Two loaves baked and two more in the oven. Nothing says “home” like fresh baked bread.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called children of God.
Matthew 5:9
Inundated with Love 