This past year, while the kitchen was undergoing a major remodel, the decision had to be made to either give up the starter, or deal with it in the camp trailer. The camp trailer worked beautifully for mixing the dough; baking the bread took place outside. As luck would have it, we hung onto the pizza ovens which were used in our Blakey Island pizza business. The back deck looked a little unusual decorated with a pizza oven, however, nobody saw it but us and the assorted country critters wandering about. Oh boy, the smell of freshly baking bread outdoors trumps the smell of the neighbor's cattle yards.
Now, the kitchen is complete with two wonderful ovens that are used non-stop. For instance, today exactly at noon, hot cinnamon rolls came out of the oven and screamed to be eaten for lunch. Of course we were happy to oblige.....weight be damned! Where is everyone when we need to be saved???
Life is good!

