Suzi, that's very interesting about the rice flour. A former co-worker of mine would use rice flour, but she also had to combine it with other types of flour in order to get the right approximation to regular wheat flour when she baked things. I have to say, whatever she did, she did it well, because her baking was fantastic. She even sells some of it now to a couple of local stores.
Jan, I told you Ry seemed like a lady. So far Mitchell hasn't found much that was yucky. He'd probably eat a worm if he thought it looked good. He eats everything else.
I have a story...I think I mentioned long ago that DH could have been the original Tim the Tool Man. His fixes don't always 'take' I might also have mentioned how he miscalculated a while back and hit the front steps with his plow and messed them up. He said he fixed them, but he didn't. They went through a second winter and they didn't fare well. He nailed things back into place, but they still just don't seem right and I prefer using the back door because there are no steps and we don't allow our parents to use the front steps any longer.
This morning, DH had the nerve to tell me that MY
dog broke the front steps! He said she ripped up a step and now I
had to go fix them. Really? I asked why I had to fix something that was already broken. He was having a hard time keeping a straight face, but managed to say that again, it was my dog that obviously broke them and I should come see what she did. Honest! I gave him a really good dirty look, but he just slipped out of the room quickly.
When I went out to feed the dogs, Annie just whined from the porch, not thinking she could get off the porch. Now, it's been raining days, the dogs have been up and down on the steps and they were slick and muddy. How fun when I'm dressed for work. I found the broken step...it's not just the step, it's actually part of the stringers as well!....so I made Annie back up and I put it back in place so she could come down. When she did, I realized the idiot hadn't gone up the steps like a normal dog. No, she had to go up between the posts!
Back up she went, back through the side of the steps and she raced to her food...only to be caught up short.
She managed to wrap the cable around herself and her leg. She looked at me with this pitiful look, so I, of course, called her an idiot and unwrapped her. She dived into her food and luckily, only my hands were completely muddy.
I did tell DH that I thought it might be a good idea to put up a sign that the steps were unsafe. He asked why.