Bob asuu talla hetkella muovikulhossa mutta on muuttamassa valjempiin tiloihin lasipurkkiin. Bob elaa ja on hyvissa voimissa. Bobin synnytti mieheni ja vahempi tyttaremme. He ovat taman monjan luojia. Okei okei, ei se ole mikaan monja. Se on leivan juuri. Ukkoseni ja tyttaremme tekivat alkuviikosta leipakokeiluja ja Bob oli yhden tallaisen kokeilun tulos. Minusta kovin huvittavaa on se etta sille juurelle piti antaa nimi. Kuulemma kaikki leipaharrastajat niin tekevat. Hmmm, en ole kuullutkaan. Tana aamuna loysin lapun (mieheltani, joka oli lahtenyt toihin ihan liian aikaisin aamulla) tietokoneen nappaimistolta. Bob oli laitettu uuniin, sita piti hammentaa eika sita saanut paistaa. Minun tehtavakseni on siis tullut huolehtia lasten lisaksi myos Bobista.
We have a new family member. His name is Bo...B. Not just ordinary Bob. You have to say the name the way Rowan Atkinson says it Bo...B
Bob lives in a plastic bowl at the moment. Soon Bob will relocate to his new quarters. More luxurious and spacious glass jar. Bob is very much alive. He was created by my husband and our daughter. They are the masterminds behind this gloop. Ok ok, it's not gloop. It's a bread starter. My husband and daughter were making some bread experiments earlier this week and Bob was born as a result of one of these experiments. I think it's extremely amusing how the started had to have a name. Apparently all serious bread ehnthusiastics name their starters. Hmmm, never hear of this before. This morning I found a note from my husband (who had left for work in the wee hours of morning) on my lap top key board. Bob had been placed in the oven and I was supposed to stir it and not bake it. My job, it seems, has become a caretaker of Bob in addition to our children.
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