Blue Monday: Souvenir Handkerchief

Happy Monday everyone. Smiling Sally is hosting Blue Monday on her blog. This is where you can post anything blue. It can be something funny, vintage, pretty, ugly, simple or complex....just as long as it is blue. See.... Sally, I did remember to post this week....*wink*wink*.

This is my new vintage souvenir handkerchief. It really is vintage, it is just new to me. I think it qualifies for Blue Monday because of the beautiful shade of blue along the border of the handkerchief.

I received this in the mail last week from a fellow blogger. Elizabeth from Thoughts from an Evil Overlord blog decided to play it forward, and she forwarded me this lovely handkerchief....just because she felt sure I would love it.

And Guess what? I do love it. Incase you are wondering, let me tell you the reasons why. One, because it's vintage. Two, because it has something to do with Colorado. Three, and this is the very most important reason...because it was sent to me from a new friend.

Man, it just gets no better than that. Thank you so much Elizabeth. I am going to frame this little gem and most likely take it to our cabin and display it in our front bedroom, just as soon as we do the remodel in that room.

You can check out all the other great Blue Monday post over at Smiling Sally's blog. Have a great week everyone. Check back next Monday, you never know what you will find, hopefully a smile to start out your week.

Simple Sunday

To put the world right in order, we must first put the nation in order; to put the nation in order, we must first put the family in order; to put the family in order, we must first cultivate our personal life; we must first set our hearts right. ~ Confusious

The State Fair of Texas

This weekend was the opening weekend for the State Fair of Texas in Dallas. This afternoon, Steve and I decided we would make the drive over there and take in the fair this year. The weather was nice, not too hot, and we really had a nice day. I have included some photos from today. If you are visiting my blog today, I hope you don't mind if I take you with us on our trip to the State Fair.

Here is Steve at the coupon booth buying tickets. I wish he would hurry up, I am hungry.......now where is the corny dog booth?

View of the Midway. You know, the place where all the overpriced rides are, and where the annoying carnival people yell at you as you walk by the game booths. Seriously, do they think that all that yelling makes you want to "step right up and win the little lady a prize?"

But I have to admit......I really did want to win a prize.......Sophie and Dora would have loved one of these.........however.......we did not. And I must say, it was not from the lack of trying.

Here is Big Tex in all his glory. The very icon of the State Fair of Texas. He is always a big attraction with the crowd. I think he looks rather silly myself with that pose. Now do you think this guy looks like a rough and rowdy cowboy? I just don't see it, sorry. But hey, a true icon can pose any why he wishes I guess.
Howdy Folks! You see images of Big Tex all over the fair grounds. At least, in this banner he looks more like a rough and rowdy cowboy. A true icon, I tell ya'.

This guy was doing sand sculptures, very impressive. He had a lot left to do, but you can tell from the picture when it was complete, it would be something to see.

And what is the Fair without all the food demonstrations, knife demonstrations and cookware demonstrations, this guy was cooking up some mighty fine looking vegetables at this booth.

This display was great. It was in the area where Big Tex stands and it was a massive train track and trains, all running. This was really cute and a big hit with the kids. Young and old, kids of all ages.

I was impressed with the flowers and landscape all around the fair grounds. The grounds were covered with massive floral baskets, and displays. I thought this one was really cute. The brightly colored flowers and rocks formed a butterfly.

This waterlily was one of many growing in a pond. The flowers were fresh and beautiful. I do not ever remember seeing such wonderful flowers at the fair before.

Finally, take a look at the food booths. Now this is what the crowds come out to the State Fair for.....the food. Again, this year the vendors offered everything imaginable.....fried. If it was not fried, it appeared no one was standing in line to purchase it. Seriously.
Several times, we saw a medic-cart rushing out to help someone, who I am sure arteries clogged up on them, right there on the midway. Can you guess what the busiest food vendor was?

This is it.....Chicken Fried Bacon. You can not believe the lines for this hot new item.....And yes, we stood in line because hey, we could not leave the fair without sampling the best food they had to offer......at least that is all we heard...... that it was the best......

.......See, it won The Big Tex Choice Award for 2008. So we decided Big Tex surely knew what he was talking about....remember he is the icon of the State Fair. So we waited in line......and waited.......and waited.

Here is the nice lady serving up this wonderful, mouthwatering, fried grease..........ummm bacon.

It looks pretty darn good....Right??

I let Steve be the first to sample this oddity. I am a firm believer in exercising my manners and letting the other person go first.......sometimes it pays off. Sometimes not.
I should have took the questioning look in his eyes, and passed all together. But, no.....I had to try it for myself.

The verdict: This was the nastiest, fried, fat I had ever tried to eat. Seriously, it was so salty, and the bacon was all fat. I mean, for crying out loud, where in the devil was the PORK in the bacon.

We ended up just tossed it in the trash. Steve agreed with me that that was a good waste of about half our tickets. I am sure there is a lesson here somewhere. Like maybe don't follow the crowd.....don't be afraid to say no..... be a leader, not a follower.....

I think this was the first time Steve and I went to the State Fair without our kids. It was different, but in a good way. We had a nice day, walking the grounds, looking at all the exhibits, playing a few games, and eating some nasty food. You know, the usual State Fair things.

I think I enjoyed it a bit more than Steve did... I tried to convince Steve to do bungee jumping with me. I tried to persuade him by saying "let's live a little." He always says that is what he is trying to do, live a little. Not die while being shot through the air by a giant sling shot. So considering we had such a fun day today, I did not press the issue. However, I still wish I could have talked him into bungee jumping......maybe next year!

We have a winner: and A Mountain Adventure

" Rock'n View "

We have a winner! I have to tell you what great fun I had reading all of your entries for the name that photo contest. I know I promised to announce the winner this morning, but I got side tracked. Please forgive me.

I got up this morning, and read through all the entries once again, to make sure my mind was clear as to who the winner was. As I was doing so, a funny thing happened. As I was reading all of your wonderful entries, a story formed in my mind. Not just any story, but a story that each and every one of you had a part in the creation.

I decided to post the story here and hope it brings a smile or two this Friday afternoon. Just a friendly reminder, I am not a professional here, just someone with a wild imagination.

Now, for the important stuff: Congratulations to Desert Survivor for submitting the winning entry. Please email me at CLgiveaways at yahoo dot com to claim your prize.

Desert Survivor's submission was a perfect fit for this photo. The views are spectacular from every direction in this area. This next picture is what you see as you stand at the top of the hill........Rock'n View.

Thanks to all who took the time to submit an entry. Please check back with me in the next few weeks, I will be hosting more give aways and contest. Now, without any further ado....please enjoy this story.

A Mountain Adventure

It was a typical morning for Charlie and George. The sun was just coming up over the mountains and these two amigos had just finished off what was left of Mom’s pancakes for breakfast and were in a hurry to start their day. There are lots of things to see and do in these rugged mountains and soon these two found themselves headed to Paul’s Points to have a look around.
The cool breeze of the morning air was crisp and sharp this morning, but these two did not seem to notice, as they forged through the pine needles and rocks looking for an adventure. There was time this morning for some fun after a long summer filled with work everyday. You see in George and Charlie’s world it is a must to have perfectly balanced play time as well as work.
As these two friends made their way through the tall pines and hills, they were discussing the current problems themselves and their friends had experienced recently. The local pack of coyotes had been a pesky problem this summer, and they were on constant alert to the Stacked problems that these predators were causing their friends. It had been a hot dry summer, and food supplies were short in the wild, and the coyotes had already caused many problems for neighbors and friends in the area as they forged for food. Consequently, after much discussion of this topic, George and Charlie decided they were not trying to build mountains out of mo hills, and would not worry unless the coyotes moved in closer to their homes.
Quickly, their destination was in sight and the excitement grew. These two old buddies took off running and laughing down the trail like two kids having fun on a hot summer day.
Suddenly, they froze in their tracks. Something was not quite right. The landscape looked different, something was out of place, was this a result of the storm that had passed through last night? Were these Twin peaks, after the storm? George and Charlie, stopped, scratched their heads and just looked at each other. What were these New Twin Towers looming over their heads? The proceeded with caution. Remember, they were just discussing the coyote problem, maybe this was a new entrance to their den. You have to be careful, ya’know.
Slowly, Charlie and George cautiously made their way towards the great Monument on the top of the mountain. They were curious, but cautious as well. After all, Charlie and George lived by the philosophy never throw caution to the wind. And in these mountains, there is plenty of wind. They knew they must be careful.
There was great debate on whom or what these intruders were. The most important question to George and Charlie was what did these two intruders want and the first question of business was if they were going to Come here often?
Charlie and George chattered endlessly to these two intruders. They never got a reply to any of their questions. They could not figure out what was the problem, and why these two were so unfriendly. It seemed The Stoned Homeys on top of their hill were the silent type. Charlie and George tried to make friends, talk about important things like the weather, food shortages, and world peace, but these two guys had nothing to say. Finally, after much debate, they shrugged their shoulders and decided it must be McCain and Obama, after all, they had heard that these two really did not have much to say. Maybe they were here in the mountains to keep quiet and to listen. Now that was a thought……
Finally, it was time for these two friends to make their way back home. There is nothing like spending a day in the mountains with friends. With good friends around, you are Never Lonely and every obstacle is always an adventure. For these two little chipmunks, Charlie and George, agreed they had a great day together. They were a little sad they did not learn the names of the two intruders on the mountain, but they quickly agreed that they enjoyed the Rock’n View once again from the top of the hill. Now, they just wondered what was for supper as they scampered up the mountain by the cabin where they live.

George and Charlie

Vintage Thingie Thursday: Mexico themed treasures

Ya' Gotta love Vintage Thingie Thursdays! It is so much fun looking at other people's treasures and vintage items. It is my favorite day of the week. The stories that go along with these vintage collectibles are very interesting.

I just wanted to remind you that my "name that photo" contest ends today at 8:00 pm. If you have not entered, please go to my Wordless Wednesday Post and be sure to submit your entry.

This week for my contribution of Vintage Thingie Thursday, I have a few items to show you of my vintage Mexico inspired treasures. To be honest, I did not realize how much of these types of items I had. This post is just a few of my much loved Mexican inspired things. These treasures are proudly displayed in my kitchen. I really think they are charming.

I have several vintage planters. This is one of my favorite....well, to be honest, they are all my favorite. But this little burro has such vibrant colors, his sweet little face gets me every time I look at him. This does not have any markings on the bottom, except for a number 9 with a line underneath the number on one hoof.


Oh, this little donkey is so adorable. I purchased this one off of eBay. He is so unusual. The colors are much more vibrant than the photo shows. He has little baskets that attach in the front that are salt and pepper shakers, the larger baskets in the back hold oil and vinegar. All the little cork stoppers are with these baskets. The bottom has a JAPAN sticker and markings are Betson's Handcrafted. I don't think the original owner used this because the condition of this little donkey is pristine.


Again, these two little planters are another of my favorites. I purchased the Little Amigo at an antique store. I thought he was so cute and had to have him. One night when I was looking on EBay, I found the Little Amiga planter to match. I could not believe it. I quickly purchased her so I would have the set. What did I need a set of these for? To be honest, I did not NEED them, I just liked them very much and they make me happy. That's it. There are no markings of any kind on the bottom of these planters.


Oh, here is the papa planter to the two above. This one is so cute. I can just imagine the mariachi music this guy would be happy to sing to me while I am in my kitchen cooking. There are no markings on the bottom of this planter.

This little fellow is taking a siesta.....I wish I was. He is so cute. Again, one of my favorites. This is very small. It is only about 2 1/2 inches tall and nearly 3 inches wide. I don't think a plant would thrive in this little planter. I purchased this at a local antique store with the intentions of using it as a toothpick holder. The bottom is stamped JAPAN.



This is a cute little small cup and saucer. It is clearly marked Mexico. I don't really think it is as old as some of the other items I have. However, I love the colors and wanted to include it here today.


Finally, I have my very special vintage tablecloth. I am sure you noticed it in the other photos. This is a square tablecloth with Mexican Pots embroidery and cute rickrack trim. My mother-in-law Pat gave me this tablecloth along with a couple other tablecloths she had about a two months before she passed away. Her only request was that I take very good care of them. No problems there, this is one of my favorite tablecloths. A real treasure. I wish she would have told me where this tablecloth came from and who did the work. Sadly, she did not. I often wonder if she did this work herself several years ago or if it belonged to a relative. I so wish I knew.
Here is a close up of the detail. I love the hand work on the rickrack trim. It adds such a sweet touch.
I hope you enjoyed this weeks installment of Vintage Thingie Thursdays. Thanks Lisa, at Confessions of an Apron Queen for your continued hosting of a fun filled day out of the busy week. Be sure to visit Confessions of an Apron Queen's blog and check out all the vintage treasures on display. If you have a moment to join us, we welcome you.
I have to admit, this one day out of the week has become very thought provoking for me. It really gets me thinking, so to speak about the different items in my home.
First, as I look around my home and try and decide what my post of the day will be, I am amazed at the type of things that I have collected. When you look at them everyday, you tend to not put much thought into their meaning. This one day out of the week really does give me a reason to stop and reflect on why certain things make their way into my home and become very special to me. Additionally, VTT gives me a reason to take my treasures off the shelf, and give them a good dusting before their photo shoot. LOL
Lastly, I am amazed at just how much "stuff" I have accumulated. Really. No wonder Steve for years has always said..."We don't need anything else around here." I am sure he is right, we don't need it, but that does not matter when something you come in contact with touches your heart. That's what turns things into treasures. A true collector knows what I am talking about. See ya' next week.

Wordless Wednesday: Name that photo contest

This will be my first contest - giveaway. I'm excited. This photo needs a name. So put on your creative "thinking-caps" and name this photo. Leave a comment with your suggestion for naming this photo as your entry. One entry per person please. This contest will run until 8:00 pm Central Standard Time on Thursday. Winner will be announced on Friday Morning. There will be one winner. Good Luck all.

This photo was taken on our last trip to Colorado. This shot was taken close to our cabin, and we have been by this area dozens of times. This time however, the skyline of the top of this hill had changed. Resulting in this photo. Location: Park County: Hartsel, Colorado.

.....What's That? What is the prize for coming up with the most creative, unique, and whimsical discription of this photo? Well, let me tell you. I am giving away a $25.00 Walmart gift card to the lucky winner. This will come in handy for gas, food, plants, yarn, fabric, Halloween items, dog toys, or whatever you would like that is behind those glass doors at Walmart. Please note, I am not plugging for Walmart. I just have a gift card I want to give away on my blog to a lucky reader.

Good luck. It seems this Wordless Wednesday turned out to be a little wordy.

It makes you wonder.......

Have you ever wondered if things are just a coincidence, or if there is a stronger force behind it. I often ponder that very thing. No matter what you believe the reason is behind things happening the way they do, you have to agree, it almost always will get your attention. This my friends certainly got my attention....

During our drive to Colorado, I was driving. Now, if Steve was telling this story, he would most likely say, "the one and only time I was driving." But, let's not talk about that. Anyway, he was sleeping, and I was driving. We were just on the northern side of Amarillo, in the panhandle of Texas. It was in the morning, and all along the road were corn fields and open range.


For some reason, and I swear, I do not know where these thoughts came from, I remembered something from my childhood. I was about six or seven years old, and we lived in the country, so to speak. I loved to catch Horny Toads from our yard. Back then, we had lots of them, usually they were the large ones, but on occasion, we would see a small one. My favorite ones were the small ones. I recalled how I would catch one, put it in a shoe box with grass and a little bit of water. I was convinced that was all I needed for these Horny Toads to live.


I remembered how my dad would always make me turn them loose. In fact, I was taken back to a night when my dad came into my room, and took the little Horny Toad I had decided to keep for a pet, outside all the while I was crying. He assured me I did not want the little frog to die and it was the best thing to do.


Well, as you can guess, I was not concerned about the little toad dieing, I was sure he would not. After all, I would catch fire flies and they certainly lived just fine in a mason jar.


I remembered while I drove along that lonesome highway in the panhandle of Texas how mad I got at my dad over those Horny Toads. Now, my dad has been gone from this life for five years, from my life, many more years than that. So really, for these thoughts to just suddenly pop into my head was very much out of the ordinary. But, still it was so fleeting, I did not think much of it.


The thought even occurred to me that the Horny Toads were probably close to being extinct. I had not seen one in years. Years. Not since I was a little girl. I just figured with the building of more homes, construction, and more people everywhere, that surely these little guys were not seen anymore.


Now I have to say, these thoughts were not the lingering kind, it was just like a fleeting thought and it was gone. Nothing unusual about that. We all have those take me back thoughts. Right? I really never gave it another thought......


But even as I type this out, I ask myself....Where did that come from? Why did I think of that night with my dad, and who in the world thinks about Horny Toads at random? Shakes head at monitor, I don't know for the life of me....... Wait till you read what happened next.


About an hour later, I woke Steve up, Sophie and Dora needed to stop for a potty break, and we were in the middle of nowhere. No rest area in site. Steve said just pull off the road, and we pulled into a drive that lead to a corn field. We got out and I was holding the dogs, he walked around to the front of the truck to assist me with the dogs. He stopped, looked at the ground and said in a funny voice, "look under that tire when I back the truck up."

Well, I was freaked out, the first thing I thought of was a snake or something like it. I am petrified of snakes and I did not see anything at all.


He backed the truck up a little ways and got out, and looked down and there it was. A Horny Toad....a baby Horny Toad. Not one, but two little Horny Toads actually. Talk about a funny feeling in the pit of your stomach. All I could think of was you have to be kidding me. I did not say anything at first, and I am sure Steve wondered why I had such a funny look on my face. Truthfully, I did not know what to say. When the words finally came, I told Steve the story about my dad and the Horny Toads. I told him how strange that was, because I had just thought of that very thing as I was driving. I really don't think he believed me. He sorta looked at me like I was crazy. Well, maybe I am.


We both were astonished at seeing them, and neither one of us has seen them for a long time. Talk about taking you back to a time long ago. We both were pleased that they still existed and thrived in our environment these days.


This was one of those moments for me in life when I pause and take a time out. Steve ended up taking both dogs to do their business, while I stayed at the truck, watching the little toads. Frankly, I was a little shaken. But in a good way.

So I ask you, coincidence or something more? I really don't know what the answer is, but I tell you, I still get a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about what happened that morning. It really makes me wonder.........


.......coincidence? Maybe. But I tell you the timing of it all really makes me think that it is something more than just a coincidence. ~Good Stuff....in a strange way.

From Shame....To Shamefully Delicious

I love to cook. Cooking is a wonderful pastime, and the results are usually always worth the effort. Now on occasion, I have been told that I am a rather decent cook. {Blushing here.}

Additionally, I rather enjoy new recipes and always anticipate the ohhhh's and aaahh's that comes with each new delicious dish I make. I'm just keepin' it real here, is that not what makes cooking worth the work? It's worth it to have someone anticipate enjoying the mouth watering meals you prepare. Not to mention the praise afterwards when they are so stuffed they can not move?? Well, I tend to like that sort of thing. Really, I do.

I was contemplating making some new dishes while we were in Colorado for vacation. I decided that was a great time to try some new things, and really impress my husband. Oh and by the way, he was impressed....just keep reading.

When I first started blogging, I discovered and read about the wonderful dishes prepared by Rachael, from her blog, Head Cook and Bottle Washer. She talked about this fabulous bread and how easy it was to make. I decided I was going to make this for my husband. I planned to surprise him with fresh, hot out of the oven homemade bread dripping with butter for one of our meals in the mountains.

Well, I made this bread and we will talk about that, just keep reading.

Homemade No Knead Bread

If your ready, let's get started:

List of willing participants: Flour, fast acting yeast, kosher salt, water. Simple- No?

In a large bowl measure out 3 cups of flour.

Next, measure out 1 teaspoon of kosher salt. I could not find my measuring spoons, so I used a teaspoon...close enough.

Then, I added the 1 teaspoon of fast acting yeast. See, it's the pretty sand colored granules.

Last add the 1 1/2 cups of water. And that's it....well, almost it.

Mix well with a sturdy spoon. Mix until dough is mixed well.

This is what the ball of dough should look like. Looks promising, right?

Now, cover with saran wrap and sit on stove or warm place in your kitchen. And forget about it. Let this dough sit and do its thing all day. I left mine on the stove for 8 hours. Don't uncover it, just leave it be. No matter how tempted you are, don't bother this little batch of dough...I mean it!

After sitting on the counter all day, the dough will rise in the bowl and should look like this. Does this not look promising? At this point, you should turn your oven to 450 degrees. Heat a dutch oven with the lid on for 30 minutes. While dutch oven is heating, we will continue.

Take a cotton cloth and add about 1/2 cup flour and spread flour on cloth generously. Using a scraper, turn dough onto cloth. Using the cloth, fold sides of dough in and fold the top and bottom in, almost like folding an envelope. Flip over on the towel so the seams are on the bottom.
Once your dutch oven has heated, very carefully remove from oven. Flip dough into dutch oven with the seams on top. replace lid.

Return to oven, and bake for 20 minutes at 450 degrees with lid on. Next remove lid - Bake for an additional 15 - 20 minutes.

Now, up until this point I was super excited. The smell of fresh baked bread filled the cabin, and Steve was in the living room bragging to Paul (our mountain friend) that I was making homemade bread, and he might as well look forward to having some.
I have made cornbread at the cabin before, and Paul was a big fan of my cornbread, so I was excited he would be staying for dinner and sampling my newest creation.

This is Paul driving one of his many "toys" with Alisha last summer. He is a rather handsome mountain boy, don't you think? Sorry, I got sidetracked here....back to the bread.

Well, when I got to this stage and removed the lid, I began to worry. This did not look right at all, but I reasoned that it still had about 20 more minutes to cook. No worries. Right?
Wrong.

When I removed the bread from the oven, it looked no better than when I removed the lid 20 minutes earlier. In fact, this looked to me more like an old woman's shriveled up stomach, or an alien substance of some kind. Seriously, do you not see what I mean? Of course you do. Talk about losing your appetite.

This was a hard pile of goo. The outside was like a brick, I could hardly cut through it, and the inside was like day old oatmeal.
To make matters worse, Steve and Paul had wandered into the kitchen with much anticipation of piping hot bread.

Both men's raised eyebrows gave the look of utter shock and disappointment. It did not take much effort to realize the thoughts of mouth watering bread were of the past.

No words were spoken as we all stared into the pot. "Well..." I said, "I guess I did something wrong." Embarrassment and humiliation must have been written all over my face. I am not used to flubbing up something so bad that it is not edible.

Paul was quick to tell me not to worry too much, that he was "quiet sure" the altitude was the cause, not my cooking skills. He told me how his own mother has the same problem with certain types of foods, baking especially. He tried his best to make me feel better. Bless his sweet little heart. I just love that young man.

Likewise, Steve tried to make light of the situation as well..... only he went about things his own way. He sliced the bread open, with much effort I might add. Then tapped it against the dutch oven, and announced, rather loudly, to the whole side of the mountain that this was good for one thing only....


.....hurling through the air and killing chipmunks.....CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT??? He might have hurled the pile of goo through the air, but I am here to tell you, not a single chipmunk was touched. Not a one.

I have to say, I don't take defeat well at all. Especially when it comes to cooking. I knew I had followed the recipe exactly, and I could not let this one time disaster stop me from achieving my goal...making fresh homemade bread. So I came home, followed the recipe, and this time, the results were different.

Hot right out of the oven, just look how wonderful this loaf came out. Exactly the way it should be.

This bread has a crusty outside and inside has a wonderful, soft texture. It really reminds me of homemade sourdough bread. The flavor is fantastic.

All you need to do is add a little butter, and your taste buds will thank you. This bread taste like you worked all day, but really, it's hardly any work to making this at all.

Cooking is an acquired skill, I don't care what anyone tells you. Sometimes, things do not always turn out the way you think they will. That was certainly the case with me trying a new recipe in my kitchen in the mountains. I guess, or I'm hoping Paul was right, the altitude made the difference in how this turned out....or didn't.

I totally forgot to take the altitude into consideration when I made my big plans to impress everyone with my baking skills. Thanks Rachael, at Head Cook and Bottle Washer for posting this recipe. The final result at home was wonderful, just as you promised.

The bread was mouth-watering goodness. And I feel like I have redeemed myself - at least a little bit. Thankfully, this time Steve was not shouting about "weapons of mass destruction" coming from my kitchen, he was too busy sampling this bread, which met with his approval. Not to mention, this gave me a great story to tell. I'm sure those who know me personally, got a few laughs at my expense. Once again, here is the recipe below...be sure and take the time to try this. You will be glad you did.

No Knead Homemade Bread:
3 cups. flour
1 1/2 cup water
1 teaspoon rapid acting yeast
1 teaspoon kosher salt

In the morning, mix all in large bowl. Cover with saran wrap and leave out all day in a warm place. Turn oven to 450 degrees and heat dutch oven and lid. Using a cotton cloth, add about 1/2 cup flour, using a scraper, turn dough out onto cloth. Fold sides and top and bottom, like an envelope. Turn over so sides are on the bottom. Remove dutch oven from oven, and turn dough into pan. Seams up. Replace lid, and bake for 20 minutes. Remove lid. Bake an additional 15 - 20 minutes until golden brown. Remove from heat and allow to cool. Makes one loaf.