This morning Flower and I baked a loaf of almond flour bread. Well, really we baked two, the first ended up completely incinerated. I had to open windows and turn on the quaint kitchen-wall fan that sucks the air right out side. The kids were freezing. I bagged the black parchment paper and bread and tied it off. The house smelled thickly of smoke. Poor Cat, who is shell shocked from the very last day in our old house when the fire alarm system malfunctioned for several hours, was worried that the smoke detector would go off. He didn’t really focus on his cartoons, he kept asking if the “fire protector” would go off.

Well one loaf ended up a little less browned than I would have liked while the other burned. The top, outer portion of the stove is missing here at our airbnb. The stove is technically functional. We are quickly learning that each airbnb will have its sore points. Well we brought that loaf of bread as centerpiece to a lovely picnic this morning. The kids gathered materials at the park to defend the picnic blanket. They ran a bunch and were so happy to be outside. The temperature was perfect to the point where if you stepped into the shade it would be bit too cold.