Seattle lost its’ collective mind over the last month or so. It snowed, and we lost two full weeks of normalcy. It didn’t snow a lot – probably less than a foot total over the two weeks – and I KNOW, I grew up in […]
We’re in the midst of Viadoom over here in Seattle – a.k.a. Viapocalypse, a.k.a. Vimageddon, a.k.a. the Seattle Squeeze. There are probably other dreadful names for it, but, basically, one of the major routes through the city, a two-level raised highway called the Viaduct, is […]
Seattle’s been weird this week; wildfire smoke clogging the city, everything hazy and unclear. I just got back from a fun little mini-holiday, both here and in Montana, following Pearl Jam (my long-standing beloved and most favorite band ever) for a few shows. It was […]
We are not a muffin people. I mean, they’re fine and everything, but given the option at a bakery, I will go for just about anything else. Croissants always win. Scones are a close second. I might even go Danish over muffin. Muffins are usually […]
Look, I’m all about the artisan boule. It is my preferred bread form, and I make between four and eight loaves a week. No, I do not eat them all, but I delight in the three-day process to nurture them into existence and the joy […]
How’s your starter looking? Bubbly and happy? Are you feeding it every day? Is it sour and pungent? Have you taken a little taste, and immediately screwed up your face because *wowser* that’s why they call it sourdough? Have you used it in anything yet? Are […]
Bananas rarely last long enough in our household for me to make banana bread. More often, they’ve been gobbled up for an after run or after school snack, or I’ve frozen them to be tossed into smoothies. This past week, I bought a bunch of […]
Dinner becomes extra comforting when there is a loaf of fresh bread at the table. Indeed, sometimes it is the only part of the meal my kids will eat, and when I’ve made it myself, it doesn’t seem like such a bad option. We almost […]
Oh bread! Glorious bread. When I was a kid, my dad brought home fresh loaves of granola bread every week from the Portuguese Bakery in Nashua, New Hampshire. I lived on the stuff. It was wholesome, a little bit sweet, with a chewy, thick crust […]