mixed bag

On Saturday, H went back up to ski.  It was really windy and overcast - a system is moving in - and spitting snow all morning.  The light was very flat.  But despite the less than ideal (and still early-season) conditions, he wanted to go: with the ski bus not yet running, and without snow tires on the truck, he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to get up to Alta on Sunday, once the snow started.  On the plus side, he had two different lifties separately comment on his mustache: one saying "that's a wicked good 'stache" and the other declaring it the "best mustache on the mountain."  

Down in the valley, Milton and I did a warm but windy morning walk in Dimple Dell.  I am once again watching too much Great British Baking Show and decided to bake a loaf of bread.  With yeast.  With the usual results: I think I overproofed it (I've read that when baking at elevation, you should decrease the amount of yeast - which I didn't do) so even though it rose, the loaf collapsed and was quite dense.  Still really good for dunking into mulligatawny soup though.

By Sunday morning the little storm system had moved in.  We got a couple of wet inches of snow in the valley (Alta got six inches) which dripped off the trees onto our heads when Milton and I went for a morning walk.  The clouds broke up a bit by early afternoon, revealing the Wasatch mountains with their new coat of white.  Once the sun was shining, H had a momentary "I could have gone skiing" moment.  But we had already determined to hunker down for the day, however, for laundry, vacuuming and reading.  I also did more, and more successful, baking: dark chocolate oat scones (recipe from The Full Helping's The Vegan Week) and pumpkin-peanut butter dog cookies (PETA's recipe).  The scones turned out well!  It's yeast I struggle with the most, apparently.

See? I can bake (sometimes)