Rotten Milk Bread

This weekend we had help arrive from Indiana in the form of a true and dear friend. Family, actually, which makes it even better. My cousin drove from one state over the spend the weekend with us,  and was brave enough to join us in our crazy restoration endeavors. The house was filed with laughter as we worked, with jokes like: "It's hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs because they always take things literally."  She worked tirelessly on a door frame for hours to get rid of the last of the stubborn paint and prep it for bleaching. My husband alternated between bleaching trim and varnishing doors, and I alternated between stripping stubborn paint off of crown moulding, and wiping off the trim to get rid of all the bleach after it had had hours to leech out the dye.

We hit it for 12 hours yesterday, only breaking for dinner and a sour milk spice cake for dessert. As I've mentioned before, I have a rather depression-era mentality about throwing away food. So even when the milk has gone bad I try to find ways to use it. (Biscuits are probably your best bet if you were wondering.) So I made a Sour Milk Spice Cake Friday night that was primarily molasses and ginger. And of course shortening and milk that had grown too sour to drink. After dinner she and my husband humored me by trying the concoction. "What do you call this?," my cousin asked. "Rotten Milk Bread?"  We ate it anyway, and washed it down with a bit of coffee.




The three of us quit around 12:30 am and stayed up talking until 2 am, catching up and enjoying a respite from our labors. Today we decided to take it a little easy on her and only have her help prep some carpet for recycling before she headed on her way. We ripped the carpet out of our living and dining room months ago and have had it all rolled up in our basement waiting for a good time to drive out to the suburbs to the only carpet recycling plant in the area that takes residential carpet. Some of it had plaster and debris and brick dust in it from when we had been using the carpet to protect the floors. So we hauled it out, shook it out, tore up the pieces that were over sized and then rolled it back up and loaded it into the truck. As you can see to the right there, there isn't much demand for such a service! There were mountains of bundled up carpet.

We are so thankful for the endless ways our family and friends have supported us in our adventure of home ownership. We are rehabbing a house not just for the sake of living but for the the sake of restoration. This is quite the extensive process. But we're getting closer by the day (ha, I just realized both to each other and to finishing our restoration of the wood and walls) and are enjoying the adventures along the way. Things like stripping for hours, punny jokes, rotten milk bread, and shaking dirty old carpets are pretty much wonderful when you have such wonderful people to do it with.

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