W.H.O. Bread

I left the house in search of honey and came back with none. But I was so much sweeter to be around! You see we used the last drops of our honey making our W.H.O. Bread - short for World Health Organization. I told the girls it's called W.H.O. bread because as soon as you taste it you want to shoot "Who made this bread? It is delicious." When I Ask this Sofia says "You and me Mama!"

Yesterday we had a lovely dinner al fresco enjoying homemade pasta topped with fresh tomatoes, squash, garlic & onions from Everett Family Farm, homemade W.H.O. Bread and a fresh green salad. As Sofia, Pat & I moved into the kitchen to bus our plates we heard a thud on the deck. Pat looked out to see Stella running into the front yard with the remainder of our still warm half loaf of W.H.O Bread. The Black Knight had struck again bouncing with the agility of a young pup reminding us of our days in Portland. Luckily Pat and I were able to corner the old girl and save the remaining untouched ends.

Sometimes life can be like this loaf of bread. You can take all the time in the world creating your lovely handmade project and when you turn you attention someone or your canine swoops in with a new agenda.