Cleaning out the freezer
One of my sisters and her son spent the last couple of days here helping clean out our parents' home, following my father's death. It's been a rough year and a half. My therapy (besides their company and commiseration) was feeding them breads.
Let's see ... Monday night, I served Bouabsa ficelles coated with mixed seeds and Sourdough Walnut Bread for appetizers, along with fresh figs and toscano salami and a lovely herbed chevre. With dinner (marinated lamb chops and baked stuffed tomatoes), I served San Joaquin Sourdough. Plum crisp for dessert. Acacia Pinot Noir.
More San Joaquin Sourdough with almond butter and jam (both home made) for Tuesday breakfast.
For dinner Tuesday, Kosher Salami and eggs with Polish Cottage Rye and Sourdough Italian Bread. (We had a big lunch.) Fresh local peaches, nectarines and cherries for dessert.
Breakfast this morning was fresh orange juice, nectarines with sour cream and Cinnamon-Raisin-Walnut Bread toast.
I put them on the road back to Oakland with 4 other breads to take home. (Two of which I had not yet served them - Susan from San Diego's "Original Sourdough" and Cherry-Pecan Levain.)
Eight different breads in 4 meals over 2 days. Did I win?
Anyway, my freezer still seems to be full of bread. <sigh>