My big request from Mr. Claus this year was a nice knife set. It kind of felt like Santa and I were registered at Macy’s…although I don’t know how I feel about wearing red and living in the cold for the rest of my life. But then again, I am moving back to Chicago soon..?
Santa was kind. He brought a good amount of Wusthof knives. I bought a magnetic knife holder, mounted it in my kitchen, and displayed my beautiful gift for all my diners-Or potential robbing criminals.
I’ve used them all: the paring, the utility, the kitchen, the cook’s but never the serrated. As much as I wanted to get into bread making I never did. Most likely for self (body) preservation.
Last weekend was the first weekend I braved Soulard Farmers Market since the fall. I stopped off at Black Bear Bakery's booth (say that 5 times fast) to buy myself some $5 artisan honey whole wheat. The second I got home what did I decide to monger? Not the copious amounts of vegetables…No of course not! The bread! duh.
I untwist-tied that puppy and realized that it truly was the greatest thing since un-sliced bread! It finally came time to use that jagged edged knife that magnetically hung mocking me day in and day out. It was astonishing how perfectly it cut. Was it the artisan bread or the German knife? I couldn’t help but sing the lyrics to Cake’s Italian Leather Sofa while pondering:
She’s got a serrated edge
That she moves back and forth
It’s such a simple machine
She doesn’t have to use force
Then I popped two precisely width-cut-to-my-desire pieces of bread in the toaster . Spread some no-nonsense real butter on them . Threw them back into the toaster to get that soggy/crispy diner type toast . And headed out to my balcony to enjoy some breakfast and sunshine.
When she gets what she wants
She puts the rest on a tray
In a zip-loc bag
In the freezer
Now it's that knead button on my cuisinart that will plague me.
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