Since we moved to Arizona it has been traditional to have dinner with my parents, alternating houses. It is a lovely tradition that brings backs very fond and happy memories of childhood family dinners.
Last year, after my aunt and uncle bought their retirement home locally they needed a dining room table. We donated our dining room table, which we inherited when we moved here almost five years ago. We were happy to pass on the table but it left a hole in our house (see below).
Last Sunday, we hosted Sunday dinner. It was so incredibly nice to host again, I never realized how much I missed hosting until after they left for the night. I might have been exhausted from cleaning like a mad woman all morning but it was a good exhaustion.
Once my parent’s return from visiting the grandkids and my brother in Texas, the alternating Sunday’s will be back into full swing. I am really looking forward to cooking Sunday dinner every other week.
Bread baking has always happened in the bread machine for me. We received a bread machine as a wedding gift. The machine has gotten a LOT of use in the last five years and is on it’s last legs finally. I have been experimenting with making bread using my Kitchen Aid (an engagement gift which too has seen a lot of use). My bread is coming out much lighter and the texture is phenomenal. Hubby devours the bread as quickly as it cool and gets sliced. I truly enjoy the whole bread making experience, from the time and effort it takes to make bread, to the smell of bread baking in the oven.