I can take the cold and wet of winter. It’s the darkness that gets me. So when the sun is out, I bolt from the house. We’re retired. We have the time. No sense staying locked up and losing those precious rays. In fact, it’s calling my name right now.
One of my rules for retirement…
When in doubt, bake.
Just a couple of loaves for Christmas Day breakfast: onion/cheese and plain cheese.
Their sweet dough ‘cousins’ are resting comfortably in the fridge. They might end up as cinnamon rolls tomorrow afternoon. The dough’s flavor improves with a couple of days’ respite basking in the 35 degrees.