Well, a few days ago I made my sourdough bread. It was great. I got the recipe here:
http://confectionsofamasterbaker.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-nice-to-your-mothersponge-part-2.html
So this morning, I decided to do the sourdough pretzels, recipe located here:
http://confectionsofamasterbaker.blogspot.com/2010/02/bretzen-putting-bayrisch-in-pretzel.html
We own a restaurant and my husband does the food shopping for the restaurant and at the same time, us. So, this morning I was in the kitchen feeding my sourdough starter and I yelled out to my husband:
Me: Wow! My yeast is REALLY thriving!
Hubby: I bought some vinegar!
Me: Uhhhh...NO, my sourdough starter!
Hubby: OH!
A little later, I was sitting playing with our puppy, Buster.
Me: Ouch! No, Buster! OUCH! Buster, NO! Mike, Buster won't stop biting me!
Hubby: He's biting you because you cut his balls off!
Then later:
Hubby: Where's the chews?
Me: What Shoes?
Hubby: No, chews! I can't find the chews.
Me: I don't know what shoes you want.
hubby: No! Chews! Chews! Chews!
Me: Damn it Mike, WHAT SHOES?
Hubby: Not SHOES, CHEWS! C-h-e-w-s! For the puppy!
Sometimes I think we've just been married too long ---


