Off the Pan, Into the Fire

My journey through the realm of raising our sons...

Monday, January 26, 2009

Bed Head

And good posture too.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Kids

What are you look'n at?

Monday, January 12, 2009

Thanks you Rose

That's Rose Levy Beranbaum for her cookbook the bread bible. It started with Thanksgiving. We decided to attend a friend's house. But I wasn't totally off the hook, I was volunteered to make fresh bread. At least I had several weeks to experiment. After a so-so effort or two I stumbled across Rose's book and gave it a try. Success.

It hasn't all been good. I stumbled on her version of pizza dough so I'll stick to my old one. But the basic hearth bread, mmmmm. And the basic soft white sandwich loaf ain't so bad either. The book recipes make a sponge first to develop the flavor - so if you wanna try that, go by the book or bug me.

Now I need to figure out what's next, a brioche? What I really want to get started with is sourdough. Preferable one based upon the local fungi. But am I psyched up for the feeding and caring routine? No, not yet.

I wonder if the residual trub from my beer making would have any dormant yeast that could be resuscitated, and what would the resulting bread taste like...

Monday, January 05, 2009

End of, or New Year, Explosion

Liam's communications skills are blossoming. In the past few weeks he has started using several more signs, and using words. Words that he understands the meaning, not just babble or a lucky outburst.

The signing looks so sweet. For "love you" he will almost cross his arms and add a sly smile. And there's no. Well, technically it may not be a true sign, but his current head and body shake leaves no misunderstanding. Help is almost the same as love you.

It's the spoken word that's the most endearing. He'll blurt out mommy, daddy, all righty, nap, and no no.

The 2008 holiday season drew another year to an end, one filled with wonder, growth, pain, and smiles. Our house is filled with noise, animals, chaos, kids, and love - and there is no place I'd rather be.