I haven't written much this week-end. I have been busy. I went to Specialis Procer Lodge on Friday and then on Saturday drove to Iowa City in the rain to attend a reception for the Grand Master of the Grand Council. That was rough as it was a long trip and I was tired and I do not like driving in the rain by myself. The party itself was very nice and you can see the pictures I posted earlier.
Bailey is still waking me up at 5:00 AM to be let out (after he has used the potty paper) and then it is sometimes hard to get back to sleep.
I had minutes to write and notes to get out on Sunday and in the evening drove over to Grand Junction to pick up a Lodge Brother who was coming back to school from a visit home. There really has not been much of interest to write about. Same old same old. I appear to be completely over the flu I had. (The twenty-four hour flu that lasted 6 days) but need to rebuild my energy.
I just really want to write about toast. This morning when I woke up the idea of toast was in my head. I usually have some sort of granola bar for breakfast but I am completely out. (I need to go to Costco as I am also low on Irish Butter.) So I opened up the Vienna Bread that I had and made 4 slices of toast for breakfast.
I love bread. I especially love Vienna Bread with sesame seeds on it (this didn't have them) toasted golden brown and slathered with butter. Comfort food. I had a steak on Friday night following Lodge at Sbrocco. (I had Grilled Bluff County Farms NY Strip Steak ‘au poivre’ and instead of potatoes I had - with a Medjoul date, cucumber & cashew ‘salad’ ) the only thing missing was bread. I also had soup. It was wonderful but I needed bread for the soup and also to soak up the meat juice (au poivre) of the steak. Would have been perfect then.
As I said my favorite Vienna bread has sesame seeds on it and I prefer getting unsliced so I can slice to my thickness.
I had a great-aunt who preferred her toast burnt. Not me. Light golden brown is my preference. I used to have (probably still do somewhere) a ceramic antique toast rack it was kind of fun to use that pretentious server for toast but now I just pile them on the paper plate and it is much easier to keep them from the dogs.
John K sent me this today. As I watched it my taste buds on the sides of my mouth clenched and remain so now. Be warned. Thanks for stopping by. Hugs, j
1 comment:
I've always considered toast racks, whether ceramic, silver, or made from bent coat hangers, to be a peculiar and eccentric British affectation. After all, the whole point of toast, it seems to me, is to make good bread crisp and WARM. The point of a toast rack is to assure it gets cold again rather sooner than later. Doilies are more useful, and that's a big admission for me.
That said, there's at least one toast rack lurking around here too...
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