Molasses

Looking at the bottle you would think this stuff should be illegal.  I see it and think of a the tar baby story.  I open it and think of my Papa's Sir Walter Raleigh tobacco that he made his cigarettes with.  I'm thinking this stuff must at least be against the Word of Wisdom! (Liam thought he'd take a good lick of it because he was sure it would be like syrup, if only I had a picture of his face afterwards. . . nasty!)
Nonetheless, I have attempted to try to be more domestic and stretch my budget and molasses was a called for ingredient. 
With such attempts I can't say that I'm really saving much money but it's definitely costing more time. 

I feel like my life revolves around food and the kitchen.  The ideas I have to do with the sewing machine and painting seem much more appealing right now, but they really have nothing to do with being domestic.  Though I can say, somehow when my recipes turn out delish, I'm feeling pretty good about myself.  Like the Tennessee caviar I love to make and decided to put into old spaghetti jars (I actually saved those for homemade hot fudge).  This is truly the best salsa ever and practically a meal.  Jarom's already been thru a whole bag of chips and the salsa has held up for over a week in the fridge.  I was sure the tomatoes would start to taste bad but the lime juice must be keeping it.  I'm eating it right now while I type. . . sitting in the kitchen. . . waiting on bread to rise and oatmeal bars to cook.  Maybe one day I'll learn to can all that goodness.  Baby steps.

The finished product: Honey Oatmeal Wheat Bread

It was good.  I decided it was best with a little butter, broiled til brown on the edges with a spoonful of apple butter (that makes everything better).

I also made my own pizza dough and it was a hit.  And now that it's Fall I am all about baking with apples.  Yum!
My next goal is to try to freeze my homemade biscuits.  That will save me money.