I’ve been baking for what seems like days, but I guess it really has been days. I think its the weather. Its gotten into the 70s here (and I know some of you are already experiencing flakes of snow, which to honest, I would love that a few times a year) and its made a baker out of me. I think Pinterest had something to do with it, as well.
After looking at a few of my favorite food blogs, I saw these. Wow! I’m trying to become of a fan of figs. Not just a,”Oh, yes. I like figs”, but a “I can’t stop eating these!” fig eater. (My grammar is so horrible. I blame it on my 8th grade English teacher. I got a C in her class, which made me never want to care about prepositions, nouns, or adverbs.) We have a fig tree in our backyard and we were lucky enough to get two this year, but the squirrels took a few nibbles before we got to them. Also, my mother-in-law is a fig fan and I would like to be able to share her enthusiasm. So this was my first attempt at cooking with figs. I think it turned out fantastic.
In case you are curious, that’s brown sugar and olive oil oozing over the figs. This was right before I placed them in the oven and roasted them for about 10 minutes. Yum.
And now bread. Let me say it again, B-R-E-A-D. Delicious, crusty, soft, spongy, made-from-scratch bread. This is my third loaf this week. Eeek. Have I been eating that much bread? Yep.
Turns out you can eat bread for breakfast . . .
And for lunch . . .
And for dinner . . . I don’t have a picture of our dinner because we just finished, but we did eat bread.
This bread is so easy. No seriously, its really easy. And it smells so good. Silas today had a meltdown because it smelled so good.
Oh the agony.
I think I may never buy bread from the store again.