Dry Dishes--as per Candy. Nails in dough update.

Candy asked that we show our dishes in the diswasher...I am the dishwasher, so you get to see the dishes drying,


and my hands (the dishwasher) doing the dishes. [age of sink, unknown, perhaps approaching antiquity; therefore, soon, I can sell it on ebay]

{The white thing across my nuckles is a beam of sunlight}

Some of our friends are horrified that we do not have a dishwasher. I have to tell them that I used to have five dishwashers, but they all got married. (the children display an askew look and then wisper in their Momma's ear...) That story is getting too old to tell anymore.
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We are Too Much, waaaaayyy too much!

Yesterday when DH got home and he read my blog, we found a comment by BellaMama asking why didn't I use a magnet..................(What?! that would have been too easy.)

DH said that when he told of my 'adventure' at the office, one of the guys said: "why doesn't she use a magnet?" DH answer that it was because the nails were brass. [you know 'guys': end of comment, end of conversation]

Just letting you know that the magnet thought crossed my mind several times; however, the very logical person that I am, I squelched the thought by responding with another thought of: "nah!, the nails are aluminium, so a magnet would not work" The thought came back again and again {do you think the Lord was telling me? sure He was!}

While laughing and laughing, DH said get one of the refrigerator magnets, and a brush nail and see what happens...You sure guessed it! the whole brush attached to the powerful magnet (recovered from a hard drive) which lives on my refrigerator door...we laughed for quite a long time, because we (both) were so sure the nails would not 'come' to the magnet.

Last I checked this morning, there were many birds eating the dough at the compost corral.

I have found that I am not as thorough as I believed myself to be. RED FLAG OF CAUTION TO ALL OF YOU WHO READ THIS: BE THOROUGH!

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I'll leave you with this:

"Every word of God is pure: he is a shield unto them that put their trust in him.
Add thou not unto his words, lest he reprove thee, and thou be found a liar." Pro 30:5-6

In His hands, ^__^

Nails in the bread dough

Could I be any more...careless...twice!

This morning I started my bread making routine. Got the mill out, got the wheat in the measuring cup, and milled the wheat.
Then, I use a 2" pastry brush to brush to get all the flour from the bottom of the mill...I noticed one of the nails missing from the brush...(about three years ago, I lost a brush nail in the dough and did not notice it until Mrs. #2 found it during dinner!--and thank the Lord she just found it, and no mishaps)...At the time I had glued the nail and pounded it back into place...that was 3 years of washings ago...so there it went--the nail--into the flour...what to do?????

I had already had some flour and water together with the yeast, honey, oil...Now I had a brilliant (?) idea. Get another nail out of the brush and put it in the flour, so I could see what it felt like in the flour...would you believe it...I could not find the nail I had just placed in the flour...right there...I mean RIGHT THERE!

Maybe DooDah would be a better description of what I had just done. [thank you for not telling me what you are thinking, that is very kind of you]

I called DH and told him...after he stopped laughing--which made me laugh--he suggested I sift the rest of the flour.(sigh...when frustrated one does not think too well)

Sifted the flour--about 1/2 of it--and found nothing. See? my third or fourth mistake by now, was adding the flour as I sifted it, into the mixer...sigh, again!

I had to discard the entire batch...did not want to break a tooth, or worse yet, swallow the nails and...So there it is...in the patio...should had put it in the compost...now it has overflowed the giant bowl and is dribbling into the yard--mistake #5 or #6 by now!

So...dear girls, I'm typing this while I wait for my current batch of dough to rise.

Ok, ok, when you stop laughing, leave me YOUR worst bread story--maybe no one else is this wreckless.

Pictures later. ^__^