I had two goals yesterday: bake something, and write a story for Sam Winchester's birthday. By 6 pm last evening, all I had accomplished was watching the Mets get pounded by the Phillies on national TV, and, uh, a whole lot of nothing. At that point, I got myself in gear, and baked a loaf of
buttermilk honey bread. So by midnight, I had fresh bread
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