Homemade chocolate sourdough, studded with chocolate chips, smeared with butter. Breakfast of champions.
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it’s all sourdough love, baby.
Bread was among one of the first things I ever baked, and it was a strange, mysterious and incredibly rewarding experience. Watching the yeast dissolve and grow foamy in sugary water, then the springy aliveness of the dough – it was all so new and exciting. Enamoured with my new hobby, I even wrote a …
my plate overfloweth.
There is something so right about a pizza that is too large for its plate. This one is covered in old cheddar, parmesan, mushrooms, pickled artichokes, and slices of tomatoes. Yum!
stock pizza.
While some people peep into their friends’ medicine cabinets to develop an overgeneralized conclusion of the owners’ character, I peep into their freezers. When we first started dating, Longer Hollow Legs had a steady supply of frozen pizzas occupying the frosty depths of his ice box. How this is a reflection of his psyche I do …
thank you cookies.
As I get older, I slowly begin to accept myself for being how I am. Accept, and then mitigate, because even though I am allowed to be flawed, it would still be nice to have company. In order to make up for my lacks in social grace, I thrust my cooking and baking on my …
ways to unplug.
There are many ways to unplug when you are stressed out. For instance: – turn off your cell phone – take a hot bath – listen to smooth jazz – take a laxative – eat some fibre Har har har! Ah yes, you can unplug, or you can unplug. Sometimes those inner tubes need a …
ginger carob cake.
All year long I drink hot water with a few slices of fresh ginger in it, as a cleansing tonic to help with digestion and a cure-all for various ailments. However, it is only when the winter holidays roll around do I seem to think of making gingerbread. Its dark, moist, spicy and complex flavour …
self-actualization and bread.
We live in an old, creaky apartment with cracks that crawl up the walls, lumpy hardwood floors, and crooked charm. The harbinger of winter is the sound of the radiators coming on, first with slow grumbling and hisses, building up to rattling like a tin kettle boiling over. Occasionally it sounds like a troll is …