The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I have a funny feeling in my mental tummy.

This is possibly connected to the time of year, or something.

It makes me wish sovay was around, not having eeled under some strange Classical rock.

*pokes things moodily*

So I've been baking a lot lately! Tonight I'm making broa, Portuguese everyday bread. My step-grandmother is Portuguese Marrano, and used to make broa to go with soup. She also makes a fabulous massa, but has never taught me how, because she says I'm not ready. Not ready to scald off a gallon of whole milk? Not ready to scour out a rising pan three feet broad? Nah.

Here, for muffinbutt, pain a l'ancienne. I halved the formula in The Bread Baker's Apprentice to make a more manageable amount of bread.

( Peter Reinhart, you should start a religion or something. )