An we all know how much I love going al fresco. Some quickie omelettes, cranberry muffin divided up, coffee, and strawberries and honeyed sour cream.
Don’t forget hot sauce and Dijon. Have to keep it regular right?
considering the Cave Man Diet was the primary ways and means of diet and exercise during Moses’s day and age, i wouldn’t be surprised that he might actually partake on the magic of all condiments possible. and in squeezable and easy to store containers.
wooly mammoth patties.
im not a religious person. and i don’t mean to offend. but, just like this writer, sometimes i just can’t help myself.
and where is the last place you saw a shoemaker? i miss my guy in the west village.
met a man this morning that came into the bakery. i shuffled out front to put some cream in my coffee (and honey) and he commented on my appearance very blatantly, “you look like you’ve been baking all morning.”
well sir … yes … yes i have. dude didn’t get any of my pastries, but we got to chatting. turns out he’s a horseshoer from west palm beach (of all places) and he “goes to the island” a few times a year to shoe some horses over there.
such a long lost craft. same with this guy here. but heck, between a baker, a shoemaker and a horseshoer, we all have at least one thing in common …
WE ALL GOTTA EAT
this is actually a birch tree. (and just for the record, i accidently typed “bitch” instead of “birch” … actually i just did it again)
but have you ever seen someone shaving chocolate?
good for you and there shouldn’t require any further explanation.
well, this is what it looks like. super super sweet …
that was a pun, but unintentional.
the chickens are finally starting to lay eggs. teeny little guys.
too delicate to eat (or, i just don’t really have the heart to).
so, a girl at work also has chickens. she said that they had recently been eating a lot of pumpkin and thus tasted like pumpkin. we’ve been feeding the chickens a lot of Pie in the Sky. well hell … if the eggs came out tasting like a croissant, then i could skip the bread all together.
a little mini guy that i made – fits just perfectly in my hand.
as well as a tuna fish sandwich…
don’t even start with your “perils in baking”. you haven’t imagined anything more stressful and complicated than yeast.
those bastards will involuntarily rip out your hair and cause endless nights of restlessness.
i’ve made pizza dough as many times as i can count on both hands, but BREAD … REAL BREAD, my friends, will deduct years off any pizza dough’s life. it will pity even the thinnest of brooklyn’s crust or the deepness of a chicago pie.
oh my goodness … where do i start? baguette.
baguette has a dough that needs to be “velvety”. beth is a pie girl/coworker of mine and i marvel over her french bread every time she makes it. using words that would later leave me walking home imagining the daggone things having “feelings” and “body parts”. it also needs to be kneaded like crazy. and watching it in the bowl – spinning around and around and morphing is the coolest. if i don’t brace myself or, much less, keep a distance, i’d probably dive into the mesmerizing sight – all the little “tendons” starting to criss cross and tighten; so tight that i’d swear i could pick it up and stick on the back of a pencil and go and erase all the drawings at Louvre in Paris. speaking of …
anywho, then weigh out the dough for rolls and baguettes. rolling out the baguette is even more of a tightening and pinching process. pressing and rocking the dough against the baker block – all the while lengthening and stretching it into an evenly rolled-out baton.
four ingredients by the way: bread flour, salt, water, yeast. that pesky yeast. but how i love thee when you can give me product as such ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ …
a classic scenario.
invite the nieghbors over and pour the food all over the table. create a mini bar of sorts (tub of beer) and pull it right up to the edge so it seems that you have created some sort of “shrine” on one side of the dining table. mow down and drink. sounds like college, but in this case your wife (secretary) spent 4 hours on her hair do.
its crab season. old bay and extra napkins are necessities. put out your pots or throw down your wallet!