Yeasty or not, bread rocks my world
She glances up at him, catching his eye for a moment before returning her gaze to her folded hands on the table in front of her. What more can she say? She’s already laid her heart out, already made herself vulnerable, and it feels all for nothing. With no response, the air between them thickens … [Read more…]
Today was a wrap-yourself-in-a-blanket day. Not because it was a lazy Sunday. No, if only it were that easy. But rather, taking advantage of the time change, I spent the whole morning making bread–because that’s what I do when the mercury takes a dive: bake bread–only to spend 2 hours this afternoon on a soccer … [Read more…]
I’ve never met a bread I didn’t like. While my palate could be much more refined than it is, there’s one thing that’s universal regardless of its cuisine of origin: bread. Flat or fluffy, soft or crunchy, bread in all its forms is wonderful. Years ago, I took a History through Fiction course that focused … [Read more…]
I have a confession to make: the first time I ate a steamed (pork) bun was last year. March, to be exact, when I attended the Tourism Australia luncheon. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it at first–it looked…anemic. Where was my golden crust? Why did it look under-baked? Why would I want to consume … [Read more…]
The cold continues…as in the one that’s plaguing my head and chest. When I’m not wishing I could sleep myself into oblivion, I’m wandering around in a foggy haze. Concentration is nil. Desire to do anything is about the same. Ugh. I’m staying true to my plan, though. The 100 Days of Miles plan, that … [Read more…]