-Frank McCourt, Angela's Ashes
I've always wanted to own a quaint, little shop that sold books, coffee, and sweet treats. Dreams-We're allowed to have them, right? In an attempt to indulge myself and let my mind wonder to fantasy land, I've decided to try something new. "Weekly Bread" will be my attempt to learn, create, and offer up something delightfully wonderful.
Inspiration lurks in the most odd of places. Recently, while thumbing through a magazine, I came across a photo of a fresh bag of cranberries. "Tis the season," I thought. Pair that with my recent desire to learn how to bake homemade bread, and...wa-la! I currently aspire to try out a new bread recipe each week.
It's also mother-dogger night at 403. Chad-o and some friends jetted of to Pittsburgh for the Steelers game, and it's just down to us ladies. Yea, we were psyched for some quality together time. We are eating junk, taking long, hot showers, reading trashy novels, and drinking strong coffee. I believe we definatley got the better end of the deal.
Because Charlie T. hold the title of "Most Amazing Dog Ever to Walk the Face of the Earth" we also baked some special puppy biscuits. Of course, she lent a paw, and was beyond thrilled to lick the spoon. If I could just find her an apron and chef hat, her ensemble would be complete. Little Peep (as she's also know) thoroughly enjoyed using the star cookie cutters and now plans to make a special delivery to her cousin Millie tomorrow.
Alright. We've baked, we've blogged, we've bathed. Now it's time to book. Off we go to our favorite reading corner where we will esacpe into Ms. Winter's world and possibly discover the mystery of "The Thirteenth Tale." Oh, I almost forgot. We shall also enjoy some warm, savory cranberry bread.
Good night. May your dreams be full of the sweet stuff.