This past Friday I came home with plenty of goodies from the Farmers' Market. With my haul, I planned to make mozzarella, ricotta, jam, and pie, at the very least.
Since I was going to make mozzarella, I figured I should make pizza for dinner. So I'd also need to make pizza dough.
And we were out of bread, so I needed (or kneaded, ho ho ho) to make a couple of loaves of bread, too.
That, plus whatever sanding/applying joint compound stuff I did in the bedrooms.
My problem was I didn't really start any of this - the baking/cheesemaking part - until after I'd picked up Alex from school. I felt like I had PLENTY of time.
Ha.