You Gotta Let It Rest

A month or so ago I decided that I wanted to try to cut out as many processed foods as I could out of our diet. Overall, Ken and I do really well in terms of cooking dinner for ourselves, and
for the most part we cook pretty healthy meals. One of the first places I decided we could easily cut out processed food was with bread. Luckily I had just found a decent whole-wheat bread recipe on my new favorite blog www.smittenkitchen.com (check it out, you will want to tongue kiss me for the recommendation).

It only took me four weeks to finally work out the recipe, well, and also work out my dough rolling technique so that my loaf of bread didn't end up with a HUGE gaping hole in the middle of it. But as you can see, the results have been highly delectable. You should DEFINITELY be very jealous
of my mad bread making skills ;-)

Now on to the show!!!

Word of the Day, Sunday, January 31, 2010

penchant

\PEN-chunt\ , noun;

1. Inclination; decided taste; a strong liking.


Alice took a sip off the top of her martini and kicked her heels off into the closet.

She had been counting down the minutes on Friday afternoon, waiting for 5:30 to finally arrive.

"Hey, you coming out with us tonight?" Todd had asked her as she punched the elevator button with her key. She flashed a big smile at him, "Sorry, actually, I have some big plans tonight," she said with a suggestive eye-brow wiggle.

Todd's face displayed mild shock and a slight amount of disappointment, "Really? Hot date?" he asked. Clearly he was jealous of whatever words were going to come out of her mouth next.

She smiled, "Oh, aren't they all?" she asked coyly.

She got in the elevator and watched as he gave her a weak smile between the closing doors. She had always had a penchant for blowing guys off, however Todd had been amazingly resistant to her discouraging messages.

But she did have big plans.

After her 40 minute commute home, crawling through traffic, she finally shuffled into her living room in her slippers and took another sip of her martini. Drinking and dancing on a Friday night with coworkers had no appeal in comparison to her date for the night.

With satisfaction she pulled her copy of "Artisan Bread in Five Minutes A Day" off of her book shelf and tied her apron around her waist with satisfaction.