Valentine's Day is no big deal here in our little corner of the world. My dearly beloved's father always used to call it (along with Father's Day and Mother's Day) "Jewish holidays," meaning that the people who benefitted most were Jewish shop merchants, since where he came from, most of the candy and jewelry stores and florists were run by Jewish people, some of whom were his neighbors. I'm pretty sure the last time my beloved bought me an actual Valentine's Day present was either 1980 or 1981; however, every time he even thinks I want something, he tells me to order it, or goes out to get it. Case in point: my gurgling jug. So, other than an excuse to wear a pretty red dress (or, more often, pink), and buying candy for the kids, the holiday goes unmarked. And, yes, I did send boxes of Valentine's Day candy to each of the kids last week. I'm nothing if not a loyal mom.
I do have a point, besides "no celebrations yesterday!"
I have this bread cookbook which I don't use. It isn't that it's not a perfectly good cookbook. Rather, it's for making bread without a machine, since it was written in 1984. There are intriguing recipes in it. There is even instruction for kneading bread. So, I was hoping that someone out there might want it. Leave me a comment with your email if you do, so I can contact you for your address.
We had warmer weather last week (almost 50 every day), and our 8" of snow melted off. Then yesterday it froze again, so our mud is solid.
Happily, I was able to go to a "you-hose-it" car wash, and take the road salt off my winter beater. Doesn't it look great for a 14 year old car? Driving a dirty car irks me; anyone else feel that way?