I have had this crazy notion for a while now. I just wanted to know if I could make hot dog buns from scratch. Don’t ask why, because I really don’t know why. I don’t even eat hot dogs that often, though I do happen to like them in general. Nonetheless, while I was shopping at my local organic food store recently, I saw they had a pack of organic beef dogs that actually looked like they might taste pretty decent. So I bought a pack, and decided to finally see if I could do it. This was the result:

If I may say so, they were quite good! Of course, homemade bread is always better fresh. It has toughened up a bit over the last day or two. But, I have to admit, I am rather impressed that I was able to do it. Don’t know that I will do it again anytime soon (since we don’t buy hot dogs very often), but for some goofy reason, I find satisfaction in knowing that I can if I want to.

In the last 2 weeks, I have implemented a great schedule, gotten my kids started on a terrific chore system, learned to bake all sorts of new things from scratch, and generally have a clean house and happy family. I had this smug satisfaction creeping up on me this week. I mean, it is all too easy to let these kinds of things go to my head! I mean, hey, I was in control! I guess someone decided I needed a bit of humble pie. Yesterday, JR came downstairs after his afternoon nap. I helped him get a little snack, and left to finish whatever I was working on. I heard some strange noises coming out of the kitchen, so I returned to check on things. This is what I found:

JR had finished the snack I gave him, grabbed the jar of peanut butter, gotten onto the counter and made himself comfortable (not something that my kids generally do unless we are actively creating something in the kitchen, and ONLY with permission), gotten a spoon out of the drawer, and was chowing down on peanut butter! I honestly didn’t know whether to scold or laugh, so I just shook my head and grabbed my camera. I do love my children and the surprises they throw my way!

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