Miss Abby is growing like a weed. I think she just had a growth spurt because in the last 24 hours she now can reach almost anything. The coffee table and the end tables are no longer an option for putting things out of the way The books on the deacons bench are also not safe anymore. She disappeared this morning and when I called her she wriggled out from under the sofa. She barely made it. Lol
She takes up considerable more space on the sofa and has decided that she prefers to sleep horizontal on the bed so she takes up entirely half. By the time she is full grown I might have to sleep on the floor ;)
So last night I bravely cut the sweet bread. In some miracle, it's perfect. Fully cooked, not burnt - my powers of estimation are improving. My grandmother never set a timer, she said you could tell when it was done by looking at the crack in the top of the loaf. So that's what I did and Voila!
I'm not sure it was really skill but more likely dumb luck! Here is the link to the recipe