Whoopie for Thursday

It has been one of those long days that start very early because Miss Biscuit wasn't happy and I tried my very best to make it an okay day. A good day even. But those children weren't having any of it. But it was okay. It was. They were very good in the grocery store and they were very good at dinner time. It was just an exhausting day where I kept counting down the minutes and telling myself to calm down. Maybe I was the one who needed a nap and not them?

I baked bread today. That was fun. I mostly held a fussy baby and wrangled an ornery toddler. There you go. I called my Mother today. Sometimes I just need to call her and have a chat about nothing. She is good at the sympathy. We talked about Easter (she and my brother are coming over. I am excited) and what I will make for dinner. (it will be delicious) We talked about church, the hilarity of holy week and Jesuits who like to brag about how quick they can bring in Easter Vigil mass. (the Boston marathon of mass) She reminded me to be zen about fussy babies. Word Mom. Word.

I made a potato leek soup for dinner that was pretty delicious if I do say so myself. Mr. Jenner had two helpings. I served that with the newly baked bread and this french cheese called Cantalet. It is apparently an ancestor of English farmhouse cheddar. The texture was obviously different from a classic cheddar but the flavor was... intriguing. I hate to employ this cliche but there was something slightly nutty and it has this wonderful scent. It is kind of sexy but not in the most obvious way. So huzzah to that cheese. There was bread pudding for dessert.

There were a bunch of other thoughts I had going on but they are out there in the air.