>Poppy-seeded Bloomer: it took all day to rise, with several serious kneading times in between, and so heavy the Kitchenaid couldn’t deal with it – both knuckles and wrists got a good workout from the kneading. To me, it tasted like a crusty French loaf, but John thought it was more flavorful, and denser.

New orchid buds! I’m relieved. The only other one that made the transplant from Chicago to Oklahoma City (I lost 2 out of 4 immediately) is nearly a goner, but at least one is still happy.

And our little tiger is very sleepy, here.

Oh, he sees me. But it’s too much work for him to get up.



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