midnight

So Justin came home late, like 11pm or so, last night with movies and icecream. I’m not sure what our thing is with icecream and movies . . . I make killer popcorn. And even with a cup of olive oil and a barrel of salt, its still healthier than a pint of Ben and Jerry’s. But, alas, we ate our pints . . . the whole of both (one each) . . . and watched Revolver. It was as good as you would expect with the name ‘Revolver’.

Anyway we are about half way through the movie, we’re lounging . . . feeling oh so gluttonous, when something lands on the floor in the kitchen. I casually ask what that might of been. But neither of us were interested in finding out. I tend to stack the dishes sky high on the drainer, when I wash them, so I assumed I lost a measuring cup off its perch . . . or something to that degree.

So onward movie watching and severe vegging!

About 20 minutes later, or so, another “something” falls to the floor in the kitchen. This time we kind of look at each other . . . I’m pretty sure we were stationary due to our over-consumption of sugar and fatty goods . . . so we just sat there and resumed watching our movie.

When the 3rd and 4th ones hit the floor in the kitchen, Hubby gets up to investigate. He laughs at the sight.

See post:   http://tuckerfamily.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/sunny/

You’ll have to copy and paste, sorry.

So, the one bag of Amish Friendship bread that was given to us over a month ago has grown to 12 . . . count with me 1,2,3, . . . 12 baggies of friendship bread goodness . . . which I just call muffin mix at home, though I bake it in bread loafs it tastes like muffins.

Yesterday was ‘add some ingredients’ day for the baggies of distilling yeasty dough . . . after those ingredients are added they are sealed for another 5 days, before baking them.  So I have them stacked on the kitchen counter, sort of . . . maybe stack isn’t the right word . . . mounded, perhaps is a better word.  I have to release the air out of them at least once a day, mostly twice a day, due the fermenting process.

Last night they were mounded on the counter, filling with air, and one by one dropping from the counter’s surface to the floor’s surface.  Neatly bagged, so they didn’t leak or bust . . . just plopped off onto the linoleum.

Hee hee . . . Hubby walked in to find 4 or 5 baggies haphazardly flumped onto the floor . . . and yes, ‘flumped’ is my made up word . . . actually resembles the sound the bags made as they met the hard floor moments earlier.

The bags were rearranged to accommodate their expanding plastic bellies and we resumed our sugar-coma stance on the floor to finish up the movie.

This morning one was hanging precariously off the counter . . . threatening to fall just seconds after I found it . . . but I placed gently back on the counter with its siblings . . . to be baked in a couple of days.

Yes, I took a picture of the flumps of friendship bread dough, just so you can get a proper visual . . .