Tag Archives: bread

Let’s play.

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Because it won’t take much of your time.

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As a bread lover, this is a tough one for me. I’ve enjoyed cheddar bay biscuits and breadsticks, but the quality isn’t always consistent. CB’s biscuits used to be divine but have shrunken to almost elvish proportions over the years. And while the rustic brown loaves are tasty…

I think I’m going to have to say Texas Roadhouse yeast rolls for the win. They’re always fresh and the accompanying honey butter sends these over the top on my yum-o-meter. Ironically, I don’t care for the cocktails or the food at that restaurant so we rarely if ever go…. but I fondly remember the doughy goodness.

Disclaimer – I’ve never tried A or C.

How about you?

Which chain restaurant bread gets your vote.

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Let’s play.

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You don’t have to, but where’s the fun in that?

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I don’t drink coffee, so that’s easy to give up.

Sugar? I could pull my sweet tooth if I had to.

Pasta? That would be hard, but okay.

Cheese? I’m not sure life would be worth living, but if I have to choose…

I’m going to cling to my bread.

The crusty French loaves, the sourdough, the potato rolls, the honey wheat, the brioche, the cornbread, the biscuits, the pumpernickel!

Give me a pound of butter and a knife? I’m good.

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Yes. That could be me.

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How about you…

What couldn’t you give up?

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Miscellaneous nonsense.

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I love bread and have been known to devour my weight in it on more than one occasion, thankfully I never found Harrison Ford in the middle of a loaf.

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This begs the question why.

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As does this.

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A free vibration session in what looks like some very targeted areas. Hmm…

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This blew my mind. I know the Levi Strauss company has a denim museum with some very old pieces but these were bought by a private collector. Further research found they bore a label stating they were made with American labor, as opposed to the Chinese workers being used in the 1880’s. Either way, that’s a lot of cash for a pair of dirty jeans.

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Best. Recycled. Piano. Ever.

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The best? I don’t know.. but it was pretty damn good.

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As we headed out on the morning of our only full day in Vermont ( 3 days, 2 nights is simply too short a trip) we enjoyed the leaves and the scenery and headed for what I was told was the best bread in the state.

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The Red Hen.

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It’s a bakery and cafe.

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So we sidled up to place an order.

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And watched the pros at work.

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I grabbed two loaves of fresh bread to take home, (a crusty peasant white and an unbelievably tasty lemon rosemary) but had to try a mushroom toasty while we were there as well.

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The husband had some sort of homemade soup I didn’t get around to photographing because my sandwich was simply too divine to ignore. 3 types of sautéed mushrooms with spinach and melted cheese on whole grain bread. Sounds simple but there was an unidentified herb in the cheese and it had me smiling ear to ear.

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Clearly this long armed chicka by the door could have used one.

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Onward….

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I feel better now.

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Our pilgrimage to the Tamworth Distillery was a success.

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And yours truly has laid in an ample supply of her favorite plum gin. (Ample as long as my husband has learned his lesson and stops offering it to every Tom, Dick and Harriet who cross the man cave threshold that is. )

I picked up another treat while we there…

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Because if you’ve never had a crusty wheat loaf made with the booze soaked grains from a distillery? You don’t know what you’re missing!

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The husband wanted a few bottles of this heavily raspberried red wine from the little winery in the woods we visited, so I’m adding another glass to the collection as well.

And because it’s always a good idea to keep your local bartender happy?

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I purchased this ( oh, so tiny but ridiculously expensive ) bottle of special small batch rye as his Christmas gift.

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I should probably give him my copy of Stiff as well.

The themes seem quite similar.

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Products no one needs.

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A list of gifts to give your friends. If you don’t ever want them to speak to you again that is….

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Repeat after me, ” I will not buy River a dog’s ass pillow for her birthday or Christmas. Not now. Not ever. ”

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Seriously? Like I don’t have enough guilt reaching for those two extra slices of cheese as it is.

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Why.

Why in the world would anyone want to walk around in a baguette? I’ve been to France and had them fresh from the boulangerie. They are made to sop up sauce, be covered in jam or smothered in cheese… not your nasty foot funk.

That’s a hard no from me.

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I never thought I’d say this..

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But drop what thoust is doing and get thee to the nearest Wal Mart forthwith.

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Yes, that Wal Mart.

And I know, you’ll need to wear blinders or your faith in the human race as a species will spiral down the drain…. but trust me. This time it will be worth it.

Because during a begrudged trip there the other day to buy bird seed since both our local stores were out?

I found this:

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And holy guacamole Batman! There’s a little taste of paradise in every bite. Rich, sweet, and buttery…. I don’t even care if I’ll have to let my pants out at the waist next week.

And if that’s not enough to entice you to walk down Wal Mart’s hallowed halls?

Here’s an added bonus.

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He knows me so well.

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My Facebook page popped up with a memory that was fun to read the other day.

It was one of those silly quizzes… with a twist. Instead of answering the questions yourself, you ask the questions to your spouse/partner/significant other to see how well they know you.

If you want to see how my husband did, read on.

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1. What’s something I always say?

Im a font of useless knowledge.

He nailed that one, I say it all the time.

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2. What makes me happy?

I do.

Cheeky answer, but it’s true.

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3. What makes me sad?

Injured animals.

Very true.

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4. What’s my favorite thing to do?

Read.

He’s got me there. If I don’t have a book? I’m not a happy camper.

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5. What do I do when you’re not around?

Read.

Fair enough. I probably do.

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6. What makes you proud of me?

Everything.

Good answer. My man didn’t just fall off the turnip truck you know.

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7. What’s my favorite food?

Bread.

I might have to disagree with that, but it’s true I eat my fair share. And maybe your share… if you’re not paying attention.

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8. If I could go anywhere in the world, where would I go?

Scotland.

I’ve often spoken of my desire to see my father’s homeland, so yes.

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9. Do you think you could live without me?

No.

Smart man.

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10. How do I annoy you?

You prove me wrong too often.

And that… was my very favorite answer by far.

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So yes, after 36 years of marriage I’d say my other half knows me pretty damn well.

Can you say the same?

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Magazine musings…

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Since I’m still trying to plow through my massive stack of magazines, I have to share.

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Do we really need shoes that breathe? I don’t… but maybe that’s just me.

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I’m all for alternative leather products… eucalyptus? Cool. But if they come up with kale filled seats? I’m boycotting on sheer principle.

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According to this map temperatures are rising almost everywhere but it looks like me and my hot flashes are in the right place. Hang in there Maine! River melts into a puddle in anything above 75 degrees.

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If you’ve never had canned brown bread you haven’t lived a full life. This is a Maine staple, made in Portland, Maine… so why this article calls it Boston brown is a mystery. Moist and filled with molasses?

Try it. Your mouth will thank me.

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Dexter is coming back!

I don’t have Showtime anymore but might have to resubscribe in order to revisit my favorite serial killer.

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Ghost pepper strawberry frosting?

No.

Just no.

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Sometimes I feel like I’m just phoning it in.

 

There’s nothing like the internet to make you feel inadequate.

And while I consider myself a relatively good cook, photos of the latest trend in baking shared by a friend are making me doubt my commitment.

 

 

Because, to be honest….

 

 

This type of magic never occurs in my kitchen.

 

 

I can’t even blame it on not having the time…

 

 

Because that’s something I have plenty of right now.

 

 

So all I can say is …. stop.

 

 

Stop making the rest of us look like slackers.

 

 

Asshole.

Now you’re just showing off.