Something to be going on with, while I get through my last week of work before the summer. (Working for a school has some schedule benefits. The not-getting-paid for 3 months of time off, however, is not the fun part.)
So, tonight, I show up at L’s home, my covenmate, for what was supposed to be a scheduled role-playing game night (we play about once a month with several of my former groupmates. Yes, we’re geeks, but we have fun.) Due to computer emergencies requiring urgent repair, gaming got cancelled while I was on my way there. So, we hang out, she feeds me fabulous food (hamburgers from humanely raised reasonably local cow, and homemade hamburger buns, and and…), and somewhere in the food prep, I say
Me: Hey – I tried out new adventures in bread baking last night. I made pita bread.
L: You did? I did too!
We blink at each other in mutual amusement, comment about how it was surprisingly easy and fun, and we plan to do it again. We wander off to other subjects, and sometime later…
Me: Y’know, when I did the pita bread, I ended up using half whole wheat: it came out surprisingly well, I was really pleased.
L (looking at me slightly oddly): I did too. And yes – they did come out well.
We wander off to other topics again. Another 20 minutes down the line…
Me: Ok, I’d ask if you used honey and olive oil, but that’s probably a given.
L: Yes. But yes.
(Those being our general preferences for bread baking for the sugar + fat component in bread when needed.)
At this point, I decided I should probably blog it, just for everyone else’s amusement.
Ah, well. We’re nicely matched up, at least. And we can talk endlessly about making good bread. There are far worse things to have in the world.