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Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen. Except this chicken. She gets it. I can just tell.
She’s seen trouble, too. Like that time the cat got into the brooder last week and everyone had to hide until I rescued them. (All of the chickens were fine.) So she was totally sympathetic about my no-good, very bad day yesterday in which ten things went wrong at once, all day long, including my site being down for 11 hours. (Check out yesterday’s sweet potato shenanigans if you missed it.) If you’ve been visiting here for awhile, you might remember my site being down for 2 days a couple of months ago–a part of what has turned out to be an ongoing challenge to tackle increased traffic. (Be careful what you wish for, LOL!) I’m changing hosting providers (again!) and this time, finally, moving to a dedicated server, giving up the sweet but ultimately inadequate siren of cheaper shared hosting. On the upside, things should be better now. Or I’m shooting myself in the head. In which case, I won’t be concerned about my hosting situation anymore. Or my bread. Which was just one of the ten disasters occurring at once yesterday.
Could this bread be more deformed?
I forgot about it. Completely. While it was rising in the loaf pans. So it rose and rose and rose…and overflowed the pans. I sorta shoved it back into the pans somewhat and stuck it in the oven anyway. And it came out looking like this:
Doesn’t this bread look like it has an angry finger?
The texture is all over-stretched and not right.
But I slathered butter all over it and it tasted good anyway. I love butter.
No matter what else goes wrong, there’s always butter, and a beautiful sunrise…
….and a new day.
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I see the chickies are getting there ‘teenager feathers’!! LOL
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http://lifeislikechampagne.blogspot.com/2008/05/zucchini-bread-recipe.html
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P.S. I changed hosts just this week – I feel your pain! The change went well, it was the weeks prior when the previous host was down that were the nightmare…
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About sweet potatoes…All his life before me, my husband only knew canned sweet potatoes. And hated them, resented them, dreaded Thanksgiving and the knowledge he would come face to face with them.
Then I came into his world. Sweet potatoes were bought fresh, baked, and served with butter and milk. And grilled with a dash of olive oil and seasoned salt.
He’s also learned that mushrooms and asparagus come from produce, not canned foods
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Thank you Suzanne for making my every day a little bit better.
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Okay, I hate sweet potatoes, but as one of the other comment posters commented, I have only had them as a child, and out of a can. I have always claimed that I love all veggies, EXCEPT, sweet potatoes. I may have to do the mature thing and try a fresh one, baked, with butter. I know I will at least like the butter part! And hey, if it goes in a pie, it has to be good, right?
Hope you and yours have a wonderful Memorial Day weekend!
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On another blog someone wrote about a bad day and I commented on that on Thursday with a story of locking myself out of my apartment as the last straw on an already miserable day.
My landlord (he just has these two small apartments above his store) is supposed to have keys for main door as well as to each of the apts. I know I gave him back the key to this apartment after I had a copy made. When I asked him to come and use that key, he couldn’t find it anywhere amongst his keys. He blathered about my not having given him back the original. As if. I knew I needed him to have a backup key and therefore made sure he got it back right away.
I also gave him one of my keys for the main door downstairs. He couldn’t find that, though that was by the way. However, he won’t give me a key to the storage area because, so he says, I “lose” keys. Well, I haven’t lost any yet–just forgotten them in my apartment. I finally had to ask my don’t-ask-me-for-help brother to bail me out.
And I only finally gave him a key a few weeks ago in case in case I had another accident like the one in which I gashed my leg in January badly enough to definitely need stitches. I kept thinking at that time that I would certainly have been up a creek if I hadn’t been able to get to the door anymore.
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Glad your internet woes are a thing of the past.
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The sunrise is gorgeous, Suzanne!
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We kept laughing, through the different bread pics, but when we got to the bread slathered in butter, we howled!
Thanks for making our day. I just stumbled upon your site yesterday,and had a good old time exploring. I loved the story about the big truck not being able to get to your farmhouse, and your outhouse posts just killed me.
So, you have found a new friend from way up here in Ontario. I’ll be back (said a la Arnold in Terminator).
Janet
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