Good day in the oven

Fortunately right now it's cool enough that running the oven off and on all day only damages our bill -- the house remains chilly almost all the time. (Don't worry, those of you who are sweltering, we'll get ours during what you refer to as "Fall.")

Granola first thing this morning, followed by bread and hamburger buns. I always forget to make them and have to buy them. I figured if I were making bread, I might as well make small breads at the same time:


The oven rested while I rode my bike to the grocery store. One of the things I like is that I never know who I'm going to see when I go there. Today it was an old neighbor, and we did the "Must get together" talk, and I hope we follow up. I ache for friends around here. I've been trying very hard not to drive in my town. It's relatively flat, the weather is lovely (I wonder how my commitment is going to feel during the rainy season), and I keep thinking of what a nice place to live this is, and how much nicer it would be if it felt like some college towns I've lived in, where bikes were the default mode.

It's easier to shop without a person in the trailer, though.


After dinner (lasagne from the oven, of course) we had the final bakeage -- my new best friend, Trader Joe, sells frozen puff pastry. Nectarines and blueberries fresh from the farm, no added sugar, my trusty oven, and a dessert fit for -- well anyone who works hard all day, at least: