This past weekend we had family and friends over to celebrate Sam's first year. I love filling the house with conversation and good food. Many of Clay's siblings and cousins live close by. With so many people it feels like a party every time we get together. Growing up with only one brother, I always envied the softball-team sized families of my best friend and other families at church. I made two pots of soup (broccoli almond and spicy African peanut) and several loaves of bread. I'm still enamored with the Reinhart book and have been churning out loaves like a corner bakery. I couldn't bring myself to make a real cake for Sam; having had little to no sugar up to this point it probably would've put him into a coma. So, I made whole wheat cinnamon rolls sweetened with honey (Reinhart again) and drizzled them with a honey and cream cheese icing. The thing I really liked about them was that I ate two and didn't feel muddle-headed and foggy like I usually do after eating sweet party food. I decided to sew some bunting that could be reused for future parties (I'm thinking 4th of July, right?). However, once I was at the sewing machine, having sewn straight through both of Sam's naps, I looked at the pile of unsewn triangles that seemed, like something out of a bad fairytale, to never shrink no matter how many I sewed. I finally called it good enough and cut the rope about halfway through. The rest will have to wait until some rainy day to finish.