I just ate a taco and half a quesadilla, despite the fact that I decided to bake bread tonight rather than cook because my stomach is still feeling a little too delicate for a real dinner.
I'm not what you would call "clever." My stomach is also not feeling what you would call "good." It's a good thing the Kaopectate and I have developed such a close relationship over the past week.
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Although the weather has still been largely gorgeous this week, there's been a slight dip in temperatures that heralds the beginning of fall. The brisker evenings prompted an urge to do something warm and homey, like bake bread. I'm slowly overcoming my fear of yeast, and want to start trying different styles of yeast dough.
Of course, after I decided to do that and got to work the temperature abruptly shot into the 80s, and ...
I ate too much of this. You will, too.
I was really excited about the meal I was prepping for Cheap Ass Monday when my cheap ass glassware sliced through my priceless right hand and incapacitated me: potato focaccia with onions and a warm white bean and spinach salad. Aside from being delicious, simple and cheap potato focaccia is one of my all time favorite foods.
It's only recently that I've realize that the bread I know and love is actually focaccia; my nonna, who made it in a wood-fired oven off the kitchen of the two-room shack she ...