So my days have fallen into a routine of writing in the morning, tending the chickens (they rarely leave the hen house and whine when I come by), shoveling snow, and occasionally squirrel hunting for an hour or so. I have yet to see a squirrel though, as the bushytails, like the chickens, seem disinclined to leave their shelters.
Tuesday, however, I asked Elaine to make some sourdough bread. Our starter comes from nationally known sourdough expert Soc Clay of Kentucky. Not long after Elaine and I married in 1978, we obtained some sourdough starter from Soc, and a little container of it has resided in our refrigerator ever since.
Even after all these years, it is fascinating to watch Elaine kneed the doe, and when the bread comes out of the oven, it is a taste and smell sensation. To brighten up a dark night one evening, we opened up a jar of strawberry jam (made from berries from our garden last May) and slathered it upon the bread. Life is good, and so is wintertime - no matter how cold.