The other evening, in the midst of supper preparations, Joel and I were cooking up something we’ve never tried before. Mark came in the door and told us to go look at the pretty rainbow. I ran out the back door to get a picture. Not satisfied with the amount of rainbow that I could see, I continued on through the backyard to the parking lot between a couple apartment buildings. OK. But I was still thinking I could do better. Forgetting myself, I ran out to the sidewalk in front of the apartments to try again. My disastrous wedding gig a couple weeks ago, included rain, sun, and a most gorgeous rainbow that I was just not able to capture. (Wouldn’t it have been cool if I would have, though?) So I was thinking about what I had done wrong, and was making a note to myself to study the how-tos of shooting rainbows as cars whizzed by me on the busy Chemin Ste-Foy.As I watched the rainbow slowly fade, I turned around to run back through the parking lot and the backyard and back to my supper preps, when I realized I’d been out on a busy street in my apron and a dirty one at that. And so I took a picture of myself and then asked my family members why they hadn’t mentioned it to me. Laughter was pretty much all I got out of them. And here is what Joel and I cooked up that day. Ezekiel Bread. I’ve wanted to try for some time now, but was a little afraid. Then I found a recipe that did not call for sprouted beans, so I gave it a whirl. Eating this nutritious bread will take some getting used to, I’m afraid, but I’m game. Don’t ask Mark and the kids if they are.