Fetish...

Obsession;
noun fixation; consumption with belief, desire attraction, ax to grind, bug in ear, case*, complex,compulsion, concrete idea, craze*, crush, delusion,enthusiasm, fancy, fascination, fetish, hang-up,idée fixe,  infatuation, mania, monkey*, must,neurosis, one-track mind, passion, phantom, phobia, preoccupation, something on the brain, thing*, tiger by the tail

I have discovered a new love. Avocado Smoothies.
Now hold on, don't be so quick to judge fellow readers... It really is sooo good! It's super quick and easy, so it's sorta become my staple breakfast. Especially since the just barely cut the price of avocados in our WalMart in half! (It's sorta delightful.)
All you've gotta have is:

• Ice
• Milk
• An Avocado
• Sugar
• and a blender! :)

Cut the avocado out of it's skin and add about 2 cups milk, and 5 cubes of ice (or however much you prefer)

and add sugar to taste. (Which for me is probably enough to cancel out the health benefits of the avocado... but I still think I'm being healthy so maybe the placebo effect will kick in and I'll turn into an Italian super model. ;) I'm just saying it'd be nice.)

Aaanywho. I also am baking more bread today. It makes me feel like a cross between domestic Mormon housewife, and Betty Crocker. (For the record I nearly typed Betty White. Which would be fun, but she's not the bread baking connoisseur that I was thinking of.) But I have a dilemma. I am not my mother. 

Therefore, I make ugly bread. Her's looks like something from the food network. So. My bread is always kinda squaty. It doesn't rise enough I think. I'm not sure if it's because I don't knead it enough, or if I have too much flour, or (basically I'm just throwing things out to try and sound like I know what I'm talking about. :p)

Any thoughts?

Also, tomorrow there is going to be lots of Superbowl mania. I haven't quite decided where I'm gonna be for all this. Part of me feels guilty like I should be watching Joseph Smith movies or reading my "scrippers" or something sabbath like. And part of me feels like I'm being Nazi about this.

Oh well, I suppose it doesn't really matter since I get out of Church at 4:30 and I'm going to a Temple prep class at the institute that starts at 5. So. 

Back to Baking I suppose!