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...
You mean you'll have any left to freeze? Not if I was there - they look dangerously good. Like choco-pnut butter crack!
ReplyDeleteSeriously, who are our computer people? C? Brian? Anyone? I need someone to program a way for me to eat what I see on the computer. These are right up my street and look delicious!
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