I've been cooking for a crew these past few weeks. That means that the majority of my time is spent elbow deep in bread dough, slinging hash, scrubbing dishes in a sinkful of bleachy bubbles,and baking umpteen desserts. Not to mention filling the sugar bowl before every meal because I don't care how sweet I make the tea for the sweet tea drinkers on the crew, they will empty my sugar bowl at every meal. I spent a boatload of money on groceries:
And this is only a portion of it. I have 25# of flour and all the meat in the deep freeze and the most of the produce is already put up.
I also put up a bushel of green chile:
I have to run back and get another bushel to last us through the year. 6 of these are already gone.
However, in order to keep my sanity during my kitchen incarceration, I sneak away once in a while and indulge in something sewing related. A minute here while the bread rises and 5 minutes there before I have to fill the tea glasses. I feel a tad guilty, but all is well as long as I don't let the rolls burn.
Last week I made this pillowcase for our son.
I just found out that he may get in trouble for it. Apparently they are only allowed to have issued white pillowcases. Oops. I told him that when he opened the box to say, "Sir, yes, Sir. My Mama made this for you, Sir. " LOL.
What's that? Don't I have unfinished projects languishing in various forms of completion that are desperately waiting to be finished? Hush now. I know not of what you speak and I'll just pretend you didn't say that.