Tell me what is more comforting than a tall cold glass of bovine or nut milk of your choice and a cookie. I'll wait. Maybe two cookies? Fair point. Today I made some cookies for a gluten free friend of mine who doesn't bake much anymore because of how finicky this style of baking is. Sugar cookies are a win. Sugar cookies dipped in a dark chocolate glaze are a triumph. Soft and chewy with the satisfying crunch that outer shell of sugar gives, I definitely have not been giving these the real estate they deserve in my kitchen. I won't be making that mistake again, according to my friend.
Three things come to mind when I think of Germans. Punctual. No nonsense. Bread snobs. I have the pleasure of being married to one who is none of the first, some of the second and all of the last. Oh, how I would dismiss his lamentations of this country's destruction of the hallowed loaf, my ophthalmic tendons straining under the tension of several robust and persistent eye rolls. Then I went to Germany for the first time and experienced their breads. After tasting everything from rustic loafs with rich-flavored crusts that crunch in the mouth without the assistance of a toaster to my favorite r osinenbrötchen, a slightly sweet triumph of a bun bursting with a nearly mathematical balance of raisins-- I was forced to admit: Germans know their way around a boule. So, when I was in need of an edible scaffold with which to build up butter and jam and decided to make English muffins, I was nervous about my husband's critique. See the "no-nonsense" reference above. The tri...
Wow. Those look delicious. And props for the staging... Bon Appetit cover quality.
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DeleteTotally agree Brian, perfection!
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