We bought a cow share last night. That means we own part of a cow, and that means we’re entitled to a portion of the milk each week. Raw milk, YUM! I already know one share won’t be enough for us. I’m guessing we’ll end up buying a second, and possibly third share in a couple weeks.

The boys enjoyed the farm experience. I think I might have enjoyed it even more than they did. We bought a dozen eggs while we were there, so it’s “chicken eggs” and “cow milk” for breakfast this morning. (The boys have already learned the difference between “cow milk” and the store bought stuff.) We made a pint of vanilla ice cream last night, and we’ll probably attempt to make a small bit of butter this morning.

So far, my attempts to dispel my current case of the blahs haven’t been working. I’ve always been able to rely on my mood being lifted by things like good weather, being active, eating well, and taking up new projects. Not so this time. I may need to resort to drastic measures (whatever those might be) to get my mood back to its jovial self again. I really think my blah mood is only apparent to others when I make it apparent. I’m not sure even those who know me well would be able to see the inside themselves.

In other news…

I made two loaves of wheat bread last night. They turned out great, though they are a smidge smaller than I would have liked. I underestimated my ability to knead dough for the required 20-30 minutes, so I probably only managed about 15 minutes before I pooped out. I’m aiming for larger, fluffier loaves next time.

I started using some of my crappy pottery. They’re ugly, but most of them function well. It’s a small consolation for not having any portfolio-worthy pieces. I think I’d like to try to make some terra cotta bread pans. There’s something very appealing to me about the idea of baking my own bread in my own bread pans.