Sunny With A Chance Of Showers

Wednesday night was Hallie’s bridal shower and I am here to inform you that yes, she got three sifters. No need to worry about that one. It’s taken care of and she is all sifted out.

Maybe you know what a sifter is…maybe you don’t. If you don’t, well here is the definition. Sifter (n) : a household sieve that separates the fine from the coarse particles. Exciting, huh?

I personally have only sifted once in my life and it was because the shortbread cookies called for “sifted flour.” If my Grandma wasn’t there in the kitchen with me I probably would have skipped over that step and been like “LaLaLa…I didn’t read that” but Grandma was adamant that “I sift the flour.” So of course I did. I mean, she’s my Grandma. When she tells me to sift. I sift.

The result? Shortbread cookies to die for

and I am 100% convinced that sifting the hell out of the flour was the main reason.

The thing about sifting that baffles me is that most flour comes pre-sifted but sometimes the recipe calls for sifting no matter what. I guess it’s a good thing Hallie got three sifters. Sometimes you just need to sift the flour itself, other times (more complicated times) you need to sift together a mixture of things. (e.g. flour, salt, and cornstarch.) Putting it all together in a bowl and stirring it with a spoon just wouldn’t do. YOU MUST SIFT!

My friend Heidi was in charge of listing the gifts and who gave them to her. I like this picture because it’s looks like Heidi is saying, “Ummmm…who….gave…her…this…sifter?”