Dan got tired of waiting for me to make bagels and he did it himself! And they were good. I think there are 2 left, but I am sure they will be gone tomorrow morning.
Lucky me, hot fresh bagels, made by my sweetie.
Baking a new kind of bread for the first time is challenging, which is probably why I hadn’t tried the bagel recipe yet. I really liked that I got to sit on porch reading while Dan made these great bagels. Next time we’ll try some toppings. You know, I can’t wait to make a cheese bagel. :) My mixer was working so hard to knead the bagel dough. The motor was burning hot! I was afraid the mixer would overheat and seize up. We ended up splitting the dough and it worked fine. Anyway, that was really the only input I had in this bread baking adventure. I guess I’ll have to upgrade my mixer...
Sunday was a good day. It started with the bagels, followed by a family bike ride.
It has taken me 6 summers (2 of which I was pregnant), but now I think I can tolerate the heat here, at least before noon. After that, if I am outside, I better be in a pool, headed to the pool, or headed back to the air conditioned car or house.
Anyway, at the end of May, temperatures got up into the 90s and I put my bike in the attic. Well, last week I was sitting on the screened porch enjoying the beautiful morning weather and thought, “I should get up and do something fun.” So the boys and I went for a ride.
I went again with Dan and the boys on Sunday, but I didn’t have to pull the trailer, so I got to go faster and farther. AND I did it again this morning. I sure prefer it to going to the Y. I think I will try to focus more on bike riding as long as the kiddos are willing and use the Y occasionally. Right now, going more than twice a week is too much for Oliver and Benton.
Sunday afternoon I had a movie date with my husband. The kids hung out with their Nonna and Papa while Dan and I saw Hancock. A fun superhero movie. We brought dinner back for everyone and had a chance to visit. All and all it was a great weekend. A little of everything.
The best part, is that when Oliver told his dad tonight about our bike ride he said “Mommy goes fast like you.” I like that, even if it is not true.