Sundays are for Baking

Three girls haul water through the front yard.

What a busy Sunday! I was up by 7:00, starting wash with my coffee. After stopping to cook breakfast and talk to half the people passing through our yard, we finished around 1:00. Oh my exhaustion! I didn’t feel like walking up the road to get bread so we made pancakes. Then I fired up the coal pot and, after getting some neighbors to help light it, baked shortbread. The fire was too hot and the first one burned on top and bottom. I dialed it down (ha!) and the second one looked a lot better. We left it with a friend, though, so I’m not sure it if was ok. It probably was… for a first attempt. We went to visit him around 6:30 and he fed us steak and, wait for it, fettuccine. Shokran, Sanniquellie.