45 hours

In 45 hours, the weekend starts.

But this isn't just any weekend, it's symbolic to me, in a sense. It's the first weekend (opening day) of hunting season. It's a time of the year when I spend more time with family, celebrating birthdays, holidays, or just cold days.

It's a time when everyone just seems to become friendlier - wishing people "Happy Holidays" and "Merry Christmas." I cannot wait.

Now, on to the good stuff. I got a recipe out of the only Mother Earth News magazine I have, for a plain-jane artisan bread. It's been rising for nearly 2 hours, so it's getting close to being done. I can't wait. Here's a few pics:

From Blog Photos

From Blog Photos

My wife said "why does it smell like beer?" lol

Thanks for stopping by!