So, we made biscuits.
I was quickly glad I got up and got with it. I use this recipe, they remind me of the ones my grandmother made me when I was little. I absolutely love making biscuits. I love putting all the work into them, and knowing if I'm not patient or gentle, they won't turn out any good. You can't overmix the dough. You can't roll out the dough, only gently patting it down. You can't open the oven too soon to check on them and let all the warm air out. Patience is not something that comes naturally to me, and I need to test myself constantly. Ok, I don't go around looking for ways to test my patience, but they certainly come to me. And it's best if I simply embrace it when it happens.
This baking experience with Penelope was made possible by the sleeping baby. I really think Woody, who Penny just had to put next to her brother, really helped him stay asleep.
Penny got her biscuits slathered in strawberry jam. I got some one on one time with her. I got my daily does of patience. Win.