I found this really great recipe for homemade cheese. It was surprisingly simple: take one half-empty bottle of milk, forget about it and let it fester in the hot sun for 48 hours and voila! Homemade feta.
For the past couple days we had the pleasure of hosting Jen and her girls. It was fun, crazy, exhausting and great.
My mom just left after a whirlwind visit. It was short but packed with fun. She wasted no time scooping Jolie up into her arms and covering her in wet, grandma-y kisses.
The sun is (kind of) shining, the wind has (almost) stopped whipping the blossoms off the apple trees, the girls are (essentially) better.
A wild gust of wind swept through the orchard and pitched our trampoline into the sky, then dropped it with a mighty thump, rendering it a crumped heap of springs and bars.
I roused early Sunday morning to see Steve sitting on the bedside holding a card. “Happy Mother’s Day, Amanda! Read your card!” he prompted.