Is Is Not a Bread to be Made OftenWe make bread sometimes. I am more the type to make a plain loaf: there's a white bread recipe that I like a lot, which, I must admit, involves both butter and sugar. That's generally as far as I'll go when it comes to putting things into bread other than flour, water, yeast and salt.
Well, sometimes I make raisin bread.
The other one, though, makes bread with things in. The other night was an excercise in homemade pepperoni bread. The first point learned from this is that making it one's self with the highest quality ingredients really does make a difference (it is never the case that this is not true, but each rediscovery of it requires acknoledgement, if only because I keep forgetting). The second is this: with the seam down and the loaf sealed, a little grease leaked out and pooled on the pan anyway, and the bread fried in its own grease.
Very much so!
Missed ApplicationsFive inches of snow fell last night; five lovely inches of the wonderfully compressive white stuff that puts that other worldly crunch under the foot when it's time to walk the dog (the poor, suffering, "I need to pee on that but I'm too much of a wuss to walk across the cold stuff" dog). It is falling from the power lines now, but this morning it put a blanket of silence down with a charming clarity and inhibition of motion.
The field out back was all white, but that was not the stunner. On the other side stood the trees, clothed in white shrouds and filagree, distant. They became like congregations of ghosts, a host of vaguely asian spirit topiary, awaiting the start of the day.
The snow kept us from doing a turkey in the weber, though. I'm rethinking the "no hyperlink" policy, too.
Good holiday.
Things Not To DoUnless one wishes to play at being a bad Oxacan child, one ought not mash up a number of cascabel peppers and then shove one's finger in one's eye.
I might however recommend grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
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