Crusty

Nibble

A recurring theme in my kitchen is that I struggle with making breads. I don’t know what it is about yeast but it vexes me to no end. The bread I make at home is either a complete bust or just blah. Yet still I persist in thinking that if I just find the right recipe, the mysterious world of yeast will finally make sense to me. That thinking never really worked out for me with geometry or algebra. But call me the optimist because I am determined to one day pull a bread out of my oven that is worthy of ooohs and aaahs and gets gobbled up leaving people looking around for more, even if it’s just a crumb. This experiment with focaccia is just one step toward that goal. Continue reading “Crusty”

Got Biscuits?

Got Biscuits?

The Mistah has a tshirt that asks, “Got Biscuits?” It was a souvenir from our trip to Nashville after he returned from his first deployment. That was also right around the same time that we signed away thirty years of our life to M&T Mortgage for a corner parcel off of Exit 51. So between sampling a fraction of the many, many beverages available at The Flying Saucer, and the insanity that comes with signing on that dotted line, my memories of Nashville are jumbled. I distinctly remember exactly four things: Continue reading “Got Biscuits?”