Wednesday, June 15, 2011 Jessica

A huge box of wheatgrass seeds arrived on my front doorstep today.

Later Zack was in the kitchen fiddling with the seeds, soaking them and shaking them, etc. I said "Well look at you Mr. I'm Going to Grow my Own Wheatgrass"

He gave me a funny little smirk and said "Look who's talking - Little Ms. I'm Baking all Our Bread Now"

And I had nothing to say because it's true and at that moment I was kneading dough. We've both gone a bit earthy. It's like Andy and Sue Troup circa 1975 around here.

1 comment:

jbbode said...

And you forgot "no paper towels"...