Saturday, April 3, 2010

That's a lot of bread.

In my family, we enjoy food.  You should see our family parties; it's a banquet, and I'm not exaggerating.  Christmas, Thanksgiving, 4th of July, it doesn't matter.  It's not complete without chips and salsa and bread and dips and cookies and brownies and cheese-- my word! The cheese!-- and drinks and treats.  It's downright indulgent, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I love to cook, and most of the time, I'm reasonably good at it. With that in mind, I recently began a hunt for a crucial ingredient to a new recipe I wanted to try.  After extensive searching on the internet and by phone to every fancy-pants hippy food store in the valley, I finally located a local baking supply warehouse that claimed to have those delicious little cinnamon chunks crucial to making cinnamon burst bread. I was elated.

So I took my life in my hands, and wandered for 45 minutes in an industrial section of town far from humanity, keeping a careful outlook for both the baking warehouse and for any ax murderers.  (It looked like an ax murderer sort of area.)(Not that I'm judging.)

And when I finally found it, I nearly bounced inside, my promise to Schmoopsie for a dessert surprise ringing in my ears.

And that's when the lady in the apron told me I'd have to buy FIFTY POUNDS of cinnamon chunks. 


Alleman Family said...

Have you tried Great Harvest Bread? I'm almost positive they sell their chips. Or, I bought mine at Kitchen Kneads... I'm sure they'd mail it to you... and you wouldn't have to buy 50 pounds! :) I made some the other week and it was DELICIOUS!

colette said...

I live right by Kitchen Kneads. Let me know if you ever want me to check there.

colette said...

oh yeah, hi tiff.