My husband and I retired from public school teaching 8 years ago. We love being retired and recently moved to the Bixby/Broken Arrow area in south Tulsa where our two children, their spouses, and our two--soon to be four--grandchildren live. We love having them as well as our church family in our home often. We are involved in several cell groups with our church and most of those groups involve food so I cook a lot. I'm also part of a medical-dental mission team that travels to Nicaragua each summer, and I use my cooking skills to earn my mission fee each year with cookie sales, biscuit and gravy breakfasts, and church dinners twice a month. My husband and I try to eat a healthy menu and exercise regularly at our local YMCA. I love to fix family dinners complete with homemade breads and desserts. It is so much fun to fix a table full of delicious food and then stand back and watch everyone enjoy it. Sour dough bread is a speciality that I enjoy fixing as well as other types of bread and baked goods. For a while my son owned a basketball facility that hosted large multi-state basketball tournaments. He let me set up a bake sale table at the tournaments to raise money for my annual summer mission trip to Nicaragua. I sold several varieties of cookies, rolls, and other treats, all home made. One memorable weekend I ran out of almost everything and put more than $650 in the bank. That was a real triumph! My husband was stationed in Augsburg, Germany, when we first married. I had a tiny little two-burner stove with a very small oven, all of it based on the Celsius scale. I decided to make cinnamon rolls for the first time and read that the water for the yeast needed to be about 96 degrees. In Oklahoma a 96-degree day is swelteringly hot so I got the water really hot--much too hot. The dough just sat in the pan never rising a bit, and the cinnamon rolls were more like cinnamon hockey pucks. There have been a few others in the years since then--like the pumpkin pies when I forgot to add the sugar--but I've learned to laugh at them and find something else to take the place of the disaster.