I grew up across the street from a bakery and one of my household chores was to wander over in the afternoon to buy provisions for our supper since my mother did not believe we had officially eaten unless a bread product was on the table.
I love my mother.
I have gone back and forth about having bread at meals, mainly to keep extra calories out of ye olde diet, but my people love it and I’ve about given up withholding it from them because, honestly, they’re going to pick out my nursing home and I need to keep them happy.
Speaking of happy, Mr. CPQ wanted me to buy these for him.
Clearly, they scream “professional”.
Clearly, I did not buy them.
ANYWAY, there was much rejoicing at the table last night because the boys had this for dinner:
And today I made some yummy challah bread that turned out right pretty, if I do say so myself.
I’m hoping this guarantees the room next to George Clooney’s at the rest home.
Have a nice day.