While I love may of the joys of summer, in truth I revel in these late summer/early fall days. Slightly cooler temps, garden and yard changes, wildlife waking up out of summer stupor, and FINALLY my kitchen feels cool enough to bake. Hallelujah, baking season is here.
For the last few months, the only baking I’ve done has been brief and out of necessity for the purpose of providing the little people with some less sweet treats, but now, now that I can bear to have the oven on for longer than 15 minutes, it’s time to get serious, make some bread and be Miss Picky Pants’ hero. Despite all the guff she gives me about food, I do so love being her homemade bread hero. Yes, I am a masochist. Moving right along.
A few days ago I was envisioning a little homemade tapas adventure – plant based small plates for nibbling and tasting. I knew the way to ensure some level of success was to have bread to tie it all together. Having no decent bread in the house and having already decided I could not justify a store trip, I faced the fact of returning to baking bread at home. Continue reading