"Maybe if you tell me the bad news, in a good way, it won't seem so bad!!"

Today's blog features good news and bad news. In true "Robin Hood; Men In Tights" fashion, I'll try to tell the bad news in a good way...

The good news:
I finished the tree skirt today. My very first pinterest copy was a success. It was pretty tedious, but for the price tag on things like this I'd say it was worth it. There's a few things I would change, but I love it. Plus, all of the fabric was free from my moms closet. We even used the old curtains that my mom made for my room when I was a little girl. How fun is that?? Can't wait to put it around our tree!

My next project will be stockings. They may take a little longer... but at least they are all cut out:

Now for the bad news:
When Caleb and I first started dating I tried to make a loaf of cornbread without a recipe. There are some things you can do without a recipe... chocolate chip cookies, for example. A little flour, a little sugar, a little butter, you know. It turns out that cornbread is not one of those things. After what seemed like FOREVER in the oven we decided that it was just not going to finish baking. Then, after it cooled, it turned into what shall henceforth be known as "the building material". I managed to eat a few pieces of it (mostly because I am stubborn) but I'm pretty sure bit of that bread are still in my large intestine somewhere.
A few weeks later, I decided to redeem myself. I had one of those "just add an egg and water" mixes for cornbread. "Even I cant mess this up" I thought to myself. It was a 'blue corn' bread that looked yummy. It finished baking and I pulled the beautiful, puffy, soft, loaf out of the oven triumphantly. I put the cover on the pan and set it on the counter. The next day, when Caleb went to grab a slice, he bursted out laughing. I prayed he was laughing because of how beautiful it was... but alas. There on top of my perfect blue cornbread was little white flecks of mold. Apparently I had closed the lid too soon and the moisture ruined my bread. Foiled again.

For whatever reason from that day forth any time my dear sweet loving husband wants to tease me he just pulls out the cornbread jokes. We cannot even eat chili without hearing jokes--because of it's well known affiliation with cornbread.

Today he asked me to make a loaf of PLAIN, gluteny white bread. I've been experimenting too much with gluten free and fruity breads, apparently. So I found the most simple recipe I could in our bread book. Flour, eggs, water, yeast, sugar, salt. What could possibly go wrong??

I really should've taken a picture earlier, too, when it was still in the bread machine. The sides and top had exploded and touched the ceiling. And that was after it went through the "runny as snot" stage while kneading. *sigh* It is remotely edible; albeit dense, flavorless and a few steps past 'crispy' on the outside.

I've succomed to the fact that I will never, EVER, live this down. Ever.

We decided that if we ever muster up the gumption to add on to our house, I will just begin baking bread (without recipes, of course) and we will save up our bread loaves, AKA building materials, until we have enough to put on a new wing.