Here is a picture of the bread I made – from scratch, with my own little hands – last weekend for the great Sabrina Day potluck. OK, so it wasn’t that difficult and I followed the New York Times no-knead recipe. In my defense (or perhaps my judgment), I have a fear – no, more a worry or niggling concern – of baking with yeast, so I was nervous that it wouldn’t turn out very well and I’d have a large, wheat-colored rock to throw out in the flower beds. Hey, at least I’m not that lady who married the Eiffel Tower.
But turn out it did, and seeing as I had none left at the end of the night, I’d call it a success. So much that I just pulled out bread 2.0 to bring to the in-laws for tomorrow’s pre-Easter Easter potluck (sensing a theme yet?). If I can keep the Hub from cutting into it tonight for a little taste. Can’t hide that with frosting.
We’ll be busy this weekend with various holiday-related activities, all of which will be accented with chocolate in some fashion. It’s a little sad, Easter, in that it’s the last of the Big Foodie Holidays (the season starting with Thanksgiving and working its way through this weekend). Unless I can convince my family that Independence Day is actually about the freedom to eat as much sugar as you want. Probably not. Anyway, have a very happy Easter weekend, and may every egg hidden be found (before it turns into something nasty and not holidayish in the slightest).
Friday, April 10, 2009
The Kitchen Smells Heavenly
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