cooking up a storm
It’s fall and that means baking time! I don’t know what comes over me each year, but I start cooking like a crazy person. Some of it is normal stuff and some of it is stuff that I’ve never tried before. Most of it comes out fit for human consumption…. and then there is the stuff I feed to the garbage can, which hasn’t been very often this year. Maybe I’m getting better….
If there is one thing I can cook it would be these little fellas. They will make you want to slap your mama upside the head they’re so good (and these don’t come from a can either ). Each morning I get up and throw down the flour to make these for the kids, and they actually fight over them as I’m pulling them out of the oven. Most of the time they never make it to the plate. MMMM… Can you smell the hot butter? Pass the jelly, please.
Here something new I tried: homemade french bread. They look good don’t they? It’s a shame they didn’t taste that way. Well, that’s not entirely true. They were actually pretty good only they didn’t taste like french bread—more like heavy, defensive weapons some little old lady might carry in her purse. Each loaf weighed about 2pounds, not light and fluffy like french bread is supposed to be.
I did as the instructions said and kneaded the bread for ten minutes, but I think if I had kneaded less they would have been lighter. Maybe I’ll try it again and do it my way next time. Anyway, these fellas got sliced up and turned into the most ‘excelent’ of french toast, fryed up with the egg mixture and powered sugar, you could ever have. Quick! Slap someone….