Inspired by last night’s Young Women’s activity (I serve among the 12 to 17 year old girls in my church), I decided that today Susanna and I would make bread bunnies. We started by grinding some wheat in our little mill. Susanna loves the mill, but doesn’t love the sound is makes so after throwing handfuls of wheat into the top, she ran off to hide while I ground it into flour.
Then she helped me mix the dough and we let it rise while my diligent visiting teachers came to share a message. After they left, I pulled her small table into the kitchen so she would have a work surface and it was a resounding success. “I am working very hard, mom,” she kept telling me. She was.
Here she is making a “baby loaf” for “baby Nora” (a friend’s daughter):
And here she is making “frosty the snowman.” Frosty the snowman ended up looking like a small-ish round loaf (or a very large dinner roll), but whether or not anyone would have recognized it, it was certainly fun to see her hands and imagination work.
Here are the finished products (I’m sorry to say that I forgot about the flower and the two bunnies in the oven while I was trying to clean up my hard drive—hence the black-ish hue—and frosty the roll, who was still rising at this point, isn’t pictured):
And here’s Susanna:
On an unrelated note, and one without pictures, thanks to one of my neighbors, we had our own little Passover dinner tonight. I was telling her how I needed to think of something for dinner because I had the third annual schedule-a-Passover-meal-without-doing-any-research-or-making-any-real-plans-so-I'll-have-to-think-of-something-else-last-minute going on tonight and she told me that she was doing a Passover dinner and had leftover bitter herbs and unleavened bread. “We’re also having almonds, apples, almonds, lamb chops, horseradish, and hard boiled eggs,” she continued. Wait a minute, I thought, I have all of those things. So I decided that I would use her handouts and throw the rest together for a Passover dinner. We didn’t have horseradish (I have no idea why I thought we would), and it was pork chops not lamb chops we had. I didn't feel like I could really serve chops at a Passover meal, so we ran to the store to get lamb chops, horseradish, grape juice, and milk (we’re always running out of milk). And we had our Passover dinner (albeit, an hour after dinnertime). We threw in some tomatoes (why not? they were all chopped up and ready to go…) as well as some cheese for Susanna’s sake—although I admit all three of us ate it. It’s true that the traditional Passover meal has lamb shanks not lamb chops, and I doubt any other Passover meal served cheese along with everything else, but we were pretty close and got a good discussion out of it.
