Never have I had so hard a time naming a recipe as I had with this one. Pan Sobao has no English translation that makes sense. For starters, sobao is good Puerto Rican Spanish for sobar (or knead). So, directly translated, it means “Kneaded Bread”. Obviously I’m not going to name it “Kneaded Bread” because that’s an alliteration. Nearly all breads…
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Avocado Egg Baguettes
There are certain days where you know you’re going to need something comforting on deck. Today is one of those days and the sun hasn’t even risen yet. Whenever I know I’m going to be running for the better part of the day, I like to have ingredients on hand to make these Avocado Egg…
Irish Soda Bread: Searching for the Luck of the Irish
You have been desperately awaiting word on the status of my broken finger and splinted hand. I know this to be true. It took me five minutes to type everything up to this point. Due to this fact, this may be the shortest post in this blog’s history. Like, crazy short. You know your girl…
Apple Orchard French Toast Bake
Yesterday was a no good, horrible, rotten day. My twins were perfect angels…well, except when the boy-child tried to argue with me about solstices and equinoxes…other than that, they were little cherubs. The Soldier was home early enough for us to eat dinner before heading out to the kids’ troop meetings. I was alive. So, why…
Fruit and Grain Pumpkin Bread
Truth be told, I don’t like it when my husband likes anything of anyone else’s better than he likes mine. I don’t care if it’s a car, a dress, or a meal. If he’s fawning over how amazing it is, I’m probably looking for the closest bat to bash it with. This is how so…
Nutella and Almond Brioche: Cooking for Mom
Mother’s Day has snuck up on me faster than I’d like to admit, Friend. During a separation, your internal calendar tends to get a little out of whack. Holidays come and go in a flurry. So it is with this Mother’s Day. There are too many heartaches associated with Mother’s Day, for me, so I’ve…
Raspberry White Chocolate Bread Pudding
Another Spring has come. We’ve spent three Springtimes here, but only one of those has been with the Soldier. Kind of odd, isn’t it, that I can tell people, “Oh, I’ve lived here for three years! My husband? He’s only lived here for two.” Odd indeed. Bread pudding is odd as well. Drench stale bread…
Brioche: The Bread of All Breads (according to me)
Look at that. The brioche is sitting there like a cherubic little baby in its blanket. Is the most precious sight in the whole world, I tell ya. In my cookbook, I mention(in great detail I might add) how much I thoroughly enjoyed my first taste of authentic French brioche on a visit to Paris. Sitting at…
Country-Style Rye Bread
After many minutes of deliberation, I’ve decided: I’m delusional. It took some deep, personal reflection, some crocodile tears and backspins and a few slices of this rye bread to be sure; but, sure, I am. I’m delusional, I’m not ready to be an adult, and I’m giving up on maturity. I was commenting the other…
