A loaf of bread, a bowl of apples and thee...

This is what I've been doing lately...making the recipe for healthy bread in 5 minutes a day, from Hertzberger and someone. lol Zoe someone. Ahhh..of course, it ISN'T 5 minutes a day, but it sure is easier than traditional and extremely good.  I think the 5 minutes refers to the original mixing up time, since it's no-knead.  

This is the loaf after rising on the cornmeal coated glazed stone. I put some wheat germ in the dough this time.  I also added rosemary and garlic to this loaf. 

  You mix the dough, let it set at room temperature from 2-20 hours and either hack off a chunk and bake a loaf, or put all of it into the fridge in a covered (but not airtight) container. It's better the longer it's in the fridge, and the shelf life of the dough itself is about 2 weeks. It's a little sourdoughy. It is REALLY good.

And here is the (ahem!) finished loaf.  The boyo was here and had to have a slice while it was still hot, with butter, of course. lol  But it's a beautiful rustic loaf, all crispy and chewy and cracked. And it tastes like heaven.

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  Woke up to a cold morning...and it's about 42 now. I've been up for almost 3 hours already, and I promise, I didn't mean to be up this early. Apparently the Irishman had a bad morning and so will we all.  lol At any rate I was up, so I came out, cleaned up the mess he left and got my coffee. I need to make some, as I just reheated the last of yesterdays coffee. But now I'm thinking maybe I need a nice hot cup of tea....

  I pulled a muscle in my back yesterday and it hurts like hell. I was just hanging a shower curtain...arms up over my head for too long and twisted, I guess.  It's better this morning because I put a pain patch on last night before bed. I'm not debilitated, just annoyed. For a while last night, it hurt to breathe, as it's that long muscle in the back.

 I was given the opportunity to share my experience strength and hope last night at a meeting/potluck. It  is always good for me to remember where I came from and be grateful that I am where I am. Afterwards a guy smelling like booze came up to me and said he didn't think anybody ever was like him, but everything I said hiot home with him. He said he is in and out and in and out and just can't quite stay here....when I got out to my car, I cried. For him and for me.

 That, my friends, is HOW it works.

 I am going to make an Indian cabbage soup today I think. I have the cabbage and all the Indian spices for it. It sounds good on paper, so we shall see. I also need to clean out my fridge, as the mysteries there continue to evolve.

  There are a ton of little things to do today and I need to accomplish at least some of them. I can feel myself settling into the seasonal hibernation, which (for someone like me) means I will do different things at a different pace and still not accomplish all I hope to. lol

  And that will be alright. 

  I love the calm of autumn that follows the frenetic summer. I love hunkering down and settling in and all the coziness of the cool weather. 

Until about February, and then I am sick to death of it.  LOL

 The dogs are already starting to not want to stay out in the mornings. It's still warm in the afternoons, it was 80 yesterday.  It's supposed to be 82 today.  They do stay out once it's around 11AM though. So I guess it's all good.  They're all in this room with me right now. Roxie just kicked Jinga the cat out of her bed. Bella is sleeping with the tip of her muzzle on the top of my foot. Molly is lying in the patch of sun coming through the curtains...and Caylee the snow dog, is still outside. That little dog LOVES cool weather and especially cold cold snow. Can't hardly make her come in.

  Guess I've wasted enough time in here. Soups on!!!!!!  (Or will be in a bit).

  Have a grand Tuesday, y'all.....

Namaste.