French Bread, I love you.

Is it weird to have affection for bakeware? You know, like your favorite flip flops or that old ratty t-shirt that’s just now getting to the right stage of worn out. I’m not hugging my pans or telling them stories or anything like that, just really quite fond of a couple of them. In the [...]

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Bread (a very uncreative title)

I was the designated roll tosser when I was little.  Every Sunday we’d gather round my Grandmother’s table, after church of course, and I’d chuck rolls at all my family members, except for Grumps.  I don’t recall him ever fixing his own plate…  Perhaps I just liked throwing things – which isn’t far from the [...]

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Well, we only had one casualty.

Last Sunday when I received my first CSA share I was almost in panic mode – I had no idea how I was going to use so much cabbage, and then two bags of salad and braising greens.  Now, one week later, I’m happy to report that the only thing that got wasted were the [...]

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