Reverend Spooner Jr.

A lot of the odd pronunciations favored by Number Two/Mr. Middle/Whatchamacallim are because he can't say certain sounds, like S-combinations or Ls. Others are Spoonerisms, where sounds are swapped between words or syllables. Hence, chicken when he means kitchen, effawint when he means elephant, etc. My all-time favorite (so far), though: he spotted Mavis in the study taking off a pair of headphones, and said, "Daddy done with phode-hens." Awesome.

We had Split-Pea Soup for dinner last night, and it was fantastically delicious, as usual. I added a leftover sweet potato, diced, with the russet, and it made it even better--more colorful and more flavorful. We ate the last of the honeyless half-whole-wheat crusty bread, and I continue to be absolutely thrilled with the ease of that recipe and the quality of the results. For tonight's dinner of split-pea leftovers, though, I'll be making some other kind of bready item, maybe biscuits. I'll mix up the next batch of bread dough, but I won't bake it today, to give it more time to work its magic in the fridge.

Update: Thanks to Lindsey, we had Irish Soda Bread. It was tasty (love the flavor buttermilk imparts), but a bit dense, like, I'm not sure it rose at all. Maybe this will be a future set of recipe trials.