I should have known the evening was off to a rocky start when Kate decided to climb into the bath WITH ALL HER CLOTHES AND SHOES ON. "MOM!!! Kate fell in the bath!!!" yelled Henry. I tear in there and she's happily playing with bath toys (of course.) Earlier in the afternoon I had started a batch of challah for Azucars' Housewarming Basket. I love a good challah. So it's rising, while I'm bathing the kids. I turn on the oven in hopes of warming up the place to help with the rise. Kate doesn't want to go to sleep. I briefly forget about the bread until it has risen so much, it's practically risen off the cookie sheet. I cook it anyway, but I don't hear the timer go off because I'm still trying to get Kate to sleep (read: I can't hear it over her loud shrills.) All I want is challah for the basket. Is that too much to ask? It burned. Kate, on queue, falls asleep shortly thereafter. Basically, this all means, I blame Kate. Sorry, Azucar, your freshly baked loaf of challah will have to wait. 
Instead I enlisted the ever capable folks at Great Harvest Bread Co. and am delivering a saucy cinnamon sugar concoction. I'm sure you won't mind.
Congratulations on the new house (and I love the new coffee table!)
xo
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