Refining the skillz

Recently one Sunday afternoon I was feeling quite poorly and took a nap when we got home from church.  On this very same afternoon, Grant was feeling quite creative--apparently it was time for another foray into the culinary arts!  A couple of hours later he crept into our room with a basket of fresh, warm homemade bread sticks, excitedly but gently roused me from my slumber and we had ourselves a fun little picnic in bed.  It was a very sweet little time.

A few weeks later, he decided to expand his bread-baking knowledge and whipped up a loaf of french bread.

Beautiful, no?

And oh-so yummy to boot!

However, there have been a few rules put into place for the budding baker...quite necessary for his wife's sanity.

1) Baking projects are not to be started unless they can be completed before 7pm--I don't like eating after that and especially late at night and I don't have the heart to offend the cook by not generously partaking of his confections because of my eating preferences.

2) All projects that involve the sprinkling of flour are to be completed with all cabinets and doors closed.  We still have a strange gnome that follows us from apartment to apartment and opens them.  Every.  Last.  One.

But we're the only ones who have such a gnome, right?  It's not such a frequent phenomenon that they joked about it several times in Date Night, is it?

And that's about it.  I'm very supportive of everybody else in the family cooking...as long as I can stay sane while it happens.  And I can't be sane if there is flour in all of my cupboards and drawers...I just can't.