It has been a weekend filled with winter snow, hearty meals, cross-country skiing, music and…
black smoke catastrophes!
The first two smoke outs where kitchen blunders. A lovely set of fire singed charcoal meatballs slated for a potluck provided the whole house with a lovely aroma akin to burn hair. Only the chickens where excited about the whole thing.
Next up to bat was a lemon blueberry bread. “I think we should bake more”, where my exact words as I slid the loaf with the last of our summer blueberries into the oven.
Perhaps an oven timer is in order????
Next up, a good old fashion bedroom smoke out.
Last night it was epic cold, like 70 below zero or something. We decided sometime around midnight to make a fire in the wood stove upstairs. Unfortunately, we completely forgot that we had not lit a fire up there since putting stove polish on it last spring. Stove polish which filled the bedroom with thick black smoke that smelled nothing at all like fresh cut roses.
Black Smoke seems to be the theme song over here this weekend!!
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