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Dave and I have been making good on the resolution where I grandly declared we'd make our own desserts and bread. We haven't purchased bread since 2009 (speaking of grand declarations). The first two weekends Dave made bread, first using the recipe on the back of the King Arthur's Bread flour bag, then using a recipe from The Fannie Farmer Cookbook (specifically the 11th edition; it's our go-to cookbook). This past Sunday I tried out the famous 5-minute boule bread recipe that showed up in last year's Dec '08/Jan '09 issue of Mother Earth News. It lived up to all of the hype, despite a slight hitch involving me losing my temper (I tend to do that with dough).

I also made Cream of Asparagus soup from scratch. I perused the recipe on Friday while Henry and I were sipping hot cocoa and coming up with the week's menus. Never shall I make that mistake again. After I completed the first few steps, I sat down and read the rest and nearly had a heart attack. Then I spent the next three hours boiling, shocking, chopping, simmering, pureeing, sieving, stirring, and salting. Henry came in during the sieving and asked what I was doing. I told him I was taking out the asparagus and onion bits because I knew he didn't like them. He said "Good!" and then wandered off. When I set a bowl full of gorgeous Cream of Asparagus soup (filled to the brim with love, I might add) in front of him, his face crumpled and he said "WHY IS IT STILL GREEN?!?!?" I cannot emphasize or italicize the "green" enough. At least I appreciated all of my effort. Also, I will probably not be making that recipe for another nine years, which is how long it had been since I had made it the first time. Not surprising.

Today Henry and I made cinnamon ice cream. It was crazy good. I asked Henry what flavor we should try making next and he said "A flavor that's green." Then I kicked him in the butt. Not really, but I kind of wanted to. Do you think he does it on purpose?