I mean, you could eat this all be yourself, but let me warn you even my dessert crazy 9 year old begged off when she could have kept going. This cast iron cookie is one serious indulgence and best served sliced up in decadent wedges for a party or eaten with at least eight spoons around a communal family table. The family that eats dessert together can solve anything!
One of my favorite products at Trader Joe’s is the naan flatbreads. Perfect to pop in the toaster and have warm, tasty bread ready on a weeknight to accompany a stir-fry or some Indian. But sometimes the freezer or empty or you get it in your head that it’s silly to buy something when it’s almost just as easy (and just as tasty) to make it yourself.
I’ll admit these aren’t quite as fast as my favorite 1 hour dinner rolls, but they don’t take all that much longer either. Give it a shot if you have a little extra time on the weekend to add fresh flatbreads to your dinner spread. They also make great small grilled pizzas, too!
Why did my bread come out so dense? When people learn that I like to make bread that is often the most common question. Unfortunately, it is also one of the hardest ones to answer. On one hand bread baking is so simple. Flour, water, salt, yeast. It really is very easy to bake a loaf of bread at home. What’s hard is to bake a consistently good loaf at home.
Ambitious goal #37 for 2019: trying to crack the code of self-awareness with a nine year old.
Me: Everything we experience in our lives involves us somehow.
Cecilia: Duh. Do I really have to do this math problem?
Me: Yes. Now, just because you experience something, just because something causes you to feel a certain way, just because you care about something, doesn’t mean it’s about you.
Cecilia: [blank look]
Turns out this is a hard concept for kids. Making everything about them is sort of their speciality and, let’s face it feels pretty good most of the time.
When things are good, you are the golden child who deserves to be recognized and applauded at every turn. When things are bad, you are the self-righteous victim, who has been wronged and deserves better.
As much as I love Ken Forkish’s Flour Water Salt Yeast for making bread, I just never latched onto his pizza book in quite the same way. Maybe it was because I bought them so close together. Or maybe the detailed instructions felt like too much for a Friday night dinner (They really aren’t). It didn’t make sense, but either way, the book made its way to the basement shelves and stayed there.
This week, I’m giving it another shot with his 48-72 hour dough. So far, so good. The process is very similar so far to FWSY. The dough came together quickly without all the folding, just a countertop rise, shaping and into the fridge. Why did I think this was complicated?
It’s on. I flipped the switch at lunchtime on Friday. Time for some holiday parenting. A little less stern Dad and more friendly Uncle. A little more relaxed. A little less math review, a little less structure.
We won’t be abandoning all structure. Things tend to go smoother when Dad has at least a pencil sketch of a plan. So, they’ll still need to sleep occasionally and brush their teeth after their 37th cookie. There will be some organization and expectations. I won’t be throwing out the rules completely, but…it’s supposed to be happy holidays and I can’t drink wine and scotch from sunrise to sunset without at least a three hour nap in the middle of the day and that’s not really fair to Michelle.
Hopefully this will all lead to a little less stress and a little more happiness.
I like a cookie I can eat for breakfast. I mean, I can eat a cookie just about anytime during the day, but a rich, chocolate cookie with coffee in the morning leaves me a feeling a little overly indulgent. But a soft, moist, fat, and fluffy molasses cookie? You can make a solid argument that breakfast is the best time to enjoy it. And after making this simple and foolproof recipe with just a handful of ingredients from the pantry, that is just what I did.