i like the kitchen.

well, it's early. early for a sunday when i don't have to set an alarm. i was dreaming about buttermilk, which i realize it kind of gross. i need to go to the grocery store and buy some buttermilk because i have some scones to make for my shift at housing works today.

a note: actually, a person can make buttermilk by adding white vinegar to regular milk. just one tablespoon to one cup of milk. it's genius, as no one wants to buy the whole expensive carton of buttermilk; it just never gets used up, and that's such a waste. anyhow, i am out of milk, too, so that's out of the question.

i think i am going to buy powdered buttermilk. i am skeptical of all things powdered in the grocery store, but the other baker says it works and, well, it doesn't go bad.

the photograph is lemon-blueberry bread, from last week. my camera is misbehaving, so no new images from this week's goods. ergh.

thinking about baking reminds me that i should go to the gym. i hate the gym; i like the kitchen.