Archive for the ‘Bread’ Category
i don’t claim this for the best BLT i ever *ate*—
hell, i’ve only had one bite—but i *do* claim that
it’s the best one i’ve ever *made*.
great sandwiches begin with great bread.
madeline’s new flat-bread (12 hours old)
*toast the bread & split the top & bottom.
(some of these formed “pockets” like pitas
rightly-so-called; some required encouragement
with a knife to “split” [as called for here];
that’s why i called ’em flatbreads not pitas.)
grill one side of one half in the bacon-pan.
assemble and serve.
(or, in the actual case, take one bite and
a photograph of… along with…)
baconfat, plenty of it
premix “greek” seasoning
*peel the tater into wayhot pigfat; cook
until good & crunchy. (season to taste.)
“chip” the rest of the tater with the
potato-peeler *not* into the pan; when
the peels are done (and whatever other
events have transpired in the meanwhile
as the various bacon-pieces are worked
with), make sure the fat’s good & hot
again and dump in the lot. mess with
the whole big potato-puddle until a lot
of the chips are brown on both sides.
eat whatever gets burnt. serve.
the chili and cornbread are only a couple of hours old.
madeline made ’em and they were great (so far; it’ll
take a couple days to finish ’em). i boned the chicken
(after she baked it); there’s still a little left now.
beverage-committee stuff: fresh lemonade by me, as
usual. ice-tea by me, this time. OJ from concentrate.
milk in a squirt-bottle for coffee (on the door).
if i were even slightly less lazy i’d go back and get
a shot of just the cornbread. it’s done just right
and came out of the pan gorgeous. but maybe i’m not
as lazy as it might sound so far. most of whatever
*i* cook is single-serving size. today i made us
both some taters-and-toast (and mixed up the ‘nade
and the OJ). usually there’s a sandwich or two by
the end of the day, too.
fresh bread by madeline; fresh ‘nade by me.
the ketchup bottles are routinely stripped
of their labels (when empty); you can see
a few of the labels over the sink. also
two of the bottles on the refrigerator door.
one of ’em now squirts milk (mostly into
[instant] coffee, but sometimes directly
into the cook’s tasting-apparatus).