I am NOT.
Jack decided he wanted hamburgers for supper tonight. So me, attempting to be all domestic and such decided to make some buns for the burgers.
Not unusual you say?
It's -30 celsius without the bonus of windchill. With windchill, it's freeze your balls off cold.
Now do hamburgers grilled on the BBQ sound a bit unusual?
I thought so but we are crazy or else why in the name of Bob would we live in this God forsaken place?
We do, but I digress. Back to the buns. While the boys ate lunch I whipped up a batch of whole wheat dough in the bread machine and made some buns to rise while Jack was at school and Kamden & I headed off to our playdate - aka keep mommy out of the straightjacket date.
They were nice and plump when we arrived home from picking Jack up from school so I popped them in the oven while Jay ventured out to the BBQ. Fear not, it's in our covered deck. It's a balmy -25 in there. And for the firefighters out there, don't worry, we open a door for ventilation.
As we are eating supper a small, very hard off-white chunk falls out of Jack's mouth.
After much debate..... Jay thought it was a peice of Jack's tooth......I thought it was just a peice of dried up dough. When the knife wouldn't cut it I came around.
IT WAS A PEICE OF HIS TOOTH.
I am NEVER making buns again.