This is what happens when you score a new cookbook from the library (Artisan Breads in Five Minutes a Day – Jeff Hertzberg and Zoe Francois) and pick up a few ingredients at Walmart because the "real" grocery store is just too far away and you unload it all (plus a few non-ingredients) onto your counter and you're too excited to wait and so you mix up a batch of Olive Oil Dough amidst all the crap and you put all the crap away much later when the dough is rising.
And this is what you get when the next day you think you're pretty darn awesome because your dough turned out so fabulous so you think you'll try your hand at some pumpkin bread and you think, "Dang, I can have my too kids and eat my cake too," and you try to delegate one simple task – navigating around an enormous baby swing which shouldn't be in the kitchen anyway, but darn it, the kid likes to hear the water run – and somewhere between said baby swing and a wide swinging refrigerator door you think just for a second that your 4-year-old can put away a dozen eggs. Then you realize that you should hang up your apron for the day and just go outside until the Pumpkin Bread is ready.
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