I baked bread this morning. No, not from scratch, but rather, a frozen loaf from Schwan’s that Jake thawed out and I baked. I had actually forgotten about it. He set it out to thaw yesterday, and then I put it in the oven with a note that says “take me out of the oven if you turn the oven on,” attached to the door handle.
Well this morning I turned on the oven with it in there, I don’t even remember what I was going to make, and soon enough, since I hadn’t noticed the note, the aroma of warm bread filled the house.
Can’t complain, really.
It tasted pretty good too.
This morning, also, I got up early to shower, because I knew that the city inspector and the rental company were both coming, I thought around nine, so that they could check out the mold we found in the basement and decide what to do about it.
Well, at 8:02am, while I was all wet and in my robe, some random guy from the rental company shows up. Then a little while later, while I was using the bathroom, after the rental guy left, the city inspector showed up. I hope that’s not going to set the tone for the entire day. Yikes.
