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Comment on Thursday 13: Bread, Cheese, and Kisses by Sarah

Sarah — Fri, 03 May 2013 16:29:44 +0000

Thinking about whole-grain loaf filled with pesto–it sounds absolutely fabulous
I bake my own bread all the time and I will have to try it–I’ll get to the last kneading and then just swirl it through, sort of layered–I can taste now.

white bread (shudder)–not since my childhood

I love liverwurst, too, though it’s become too salty for me. I’d love to find a meat seller who makes his own and could make a low-salt version for me

Comment on Thursday 13: Bread, Cheese, and Kisses by Janet

Janet — Fri, 03 May 2013 15:38:27 +0000

hahaha I love the worm that slides down the side :-)

My Dad was a baker early in his life…which he left when he and Mom moved to the suburbs to raise my brother and me. He retained his skills and loved baking bread :-)

mmmm, SOURDOUGH, how I love you!!!

Comment on Thursday 13: Bread, Cheese, and Kisses by kathy Grey

kathy Grey — Fri, 03 May 2013 12:46:59 +0000

Wonderful!

Comment on Thursday 13: Bread, Cheese, and Kisses by Nuchtchas

Nuchtchas — Fri, 03 May 2013 05:02:31 +0000

Growing up we never made bread, unless it was a dessert bread (teachers got cranberry bread as gifts). Now I live in a place where all bread tastes flavorless to me, which is sad. I worked at a bakery in high school, so I do love me some bread.

My niece was diagnosed with ciliacs a few years ago and so my sister couldn’t use her breadmaker anymore since it was filled with gluten flour. So I inherited that and suddenly I had bread again! What I have been doing these last for weeks is using the breakmaker for the kneeding, then I take the dough out and braid it, or shape it and then let it rise, and then bake it in the oven. The hard part is not eating a loaf in two days :)

Comment on Coffee Coffee Coffee by Sarah

Sarah — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 18:49:22 +0000

Now that is my kind of music.
I grew up on B, B, B, and M. (My mother sang opera; my father was a pianist).
Oh, yeah! Great shots (both meanings of the word)

Comment on Taking Myself to Bed by Sarah

Sarah — Sat, 27 Apr 2013 16:12:19 +0000

Shakespeare said it best when he said sleep knits up the ravel’d sleeve of care. I always used to think to myself “Surely Mother Nature could have thought of some other way than having monthly aches, pains and grumpy feelings.” It’s so nice to be done with all that.

Comment on Wok’s It To Ya? by Sarah

Sarah — Fri, 19 Apr 2013 02:54:12 +0000

Lightly pan-fried wild caught cod (marinated in lime and ginger) and a side dish of home-grown peas, picked when they’re young enough to eat pod and all. No dessert except a glass of sweet tea.

Comment on Got Verse? by Sarah

Sarah — Mon, 15 Apr 2013 17:50:18 +0000

I’ve never carried a poem in my pocket, but I carry many favorites in memory, with me at all times, all weather, all states of dress and undress.

And it doesn’t take much to get me started quoting said poetry, either. My secretary, when she had had enough, would tell me to go back to my office. “Go to your room, Sarah!” she’d say.

It was only after I had retired that she admitted that she enjoyed the poetry, the quotations from Shakespeare, etc., and that mostly she was teasing me.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day….

Comment on Thursday 13: But it went on raining. by Susan Fogel

Susan Fogel — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 17:02:20 +0000

Wiping a tear. Lovely post, lovely song.
Missing you!

Comment on Thursday 13: But it went on raining. by Kimberly Menozzi

Kimberly Menozzi — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 16:03:43 +0000

The other night, my hubby and I came home from dinner out with friends and it was raining. While he parked the car, I stood under our downstairs neighbor’s balcony and watched the rain fall past the streetlights. I felt so incredibly content in that moment, it’s hard for me to express it in words. I love the rain, and I love snow even more than that. I’ve never understood why, but I always have.