One Below and Beginning Fog on a Clear Morning

We woke up to a orange sky, a fluorescent lake, as fog slowly rose, to blur our view, a strange phenomenon for such a cold morning.  I guess the lake is warmer than the air, creating this mist of water. Down towards the Giarrizzo's the fog is moving slowly towards the shore, about ten or fifteen feet high.  We still have lots of snow from yesterday, though the winds have blown much of the snow that hung on the trees, off on to the ground, creating small pockets or holes on the once smooth snow.

I have my multi grain sour dough bread resting in the mixer and need to go knead it in a couple of minutes, before we head to the store and let his rise.  It's one of our favorite breads, a nice texture, lots of whole grains, toasts well, and is closer to a sandwich loaf than a typical artisan bread.

We hit our usual grocery stores, Sam's and then Weggies, stocking up on food for the week, getting our 5% senior citizen discount.  It's a beautiful day, a brilliant blue sky, and all the roads look like something out of a Christmas card, brilliant white snow, tree branches frosted with snow, and all the dirt from the roads has been covered over by the new snow.  We then stop at Tordellas, where we got our kitchen redone, and looked at carpets for our downstairs.  We are thinking of getting a Frieze carpet, one with a bit of a nap and we have to go through the awful process of choosing not only a kind of carpet but a color. Ugh.  And if we do decide to go ahead, we will probably have to paint our living room first, which means more decisions to be made, more colors to be complementary.

As my bread rises, Evie is getting the pot roast ready to put in the oven, following the bread.  Clearly, the kitchen will smell aromatic all afternoon, the best.