We live in her house.
My house is 25 miles away.
Neither is perfect for us, but either would work for us if we set our mind to it. But for now we have the luxury of thinking and planning.
So I was at my house making bread. I know I could bring the gear over here and make bread in this kitchen, but this house has more construction going on right now, and there is not a real good space for all of the gear I use to make bread.
That includes, but is not limited to: a grain mill for making flour; a big Kitchen Aid mixer, bread pans that are just the size I am used to; the 3 or 4 bins of the flour that I use; plus a bunch of things that I am used to using.
In other words, I am nuts to think I have to go to Caldwell, but I do and did.
So I had the bread made and the cake made (Christmas is Lady S's Birthday) and was ready to load up.
I looked outside and it was raining.
A few minutes later I grabbed a load of stuff and headed for the front door. There was 2 inches of snow on the ground and it was snowing hard. I loaded the car quickly. The bread was cool enough to fit into open ended bags.
The cake was right out of the oven, baked in an ancient 12" skillet. It was really hot. I put it in the top of a wood crate I made once.
The trip home was uneventful, though slow. On the freeway I drove in the fast lane screaming along at 25 to 40 mph.
Just another crazy day on the farm!