life as liz

flour || vol.001 brioche

flourElizabeth LuscombComment
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I figure it is time to begin documenting for my little pet project.  This isn't the first recipe I have made from my recently announced Flour cookbook journey, but it is a good one to start with.  This loaf of brioche was my first attempt at making such a thing and its success has nothing to do with me, but rather the detailed, two page, list of instructions that Joanne provided.  If it weren't for those little details, I would have thought I messed up at least five times within the whole process and probably would have trashed the darn thing somewhere between those "where did I go wrong" moments.  Alas!  Her instructions saved the brioche and lifted all my unexperienced worries. 

It was a time consuming process (2 days) but well worth it in the end. 

We didn't eat the whole loaf that day, so, I patiently waited a few days for the loaf to dry out, slapping hands that tried to break a piece of bread off its corners. 

I used the stale loaf to make a very rich French toast.  Bubba praised me for days. But, with that being said, he isn’t hard to please.

I give this recipe two-thumbs up.  Try it for yourself.  You won't be disappointed.  :)

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"Dido"

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Sometimes I like to jot down the little things that are just for me (us!) on here.  This is one of those times.  It won't seem like much to others who read it, but it will be a cute moment for Bubba and I to roll our eyes about one day.

Earlier today, while Bubba was enjoying his bowl of ice cream, I grabbed the sheet of paper that had been left from when the kids were coloring.  I picked up the blue map pencil and scribbled, “I Love You!” across the paper.  Then I held it up for him to read it.
He smiled, casually took the paper and map pencil, and jotted down, “Dido.”

I couldn’t help but crack up laughing.

I said, “It’s D-i-t-t-o, not Dido. You spelled it wrong!”

We laughed about it, cause we are dorks like that.

A Walk

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Lately, all I have wanted to do is get out and about.  I don't care where or when, I just want to do something that will break up our daily routine.  And that's just what I've been doing.  Last week we revisited Reed's Gold Mine (post coming soon)  and treated ourselves to a hole-in-the-wall hamburger joint.  It was so gooood. 

But, after the church sermon was over and the kids already becoming restless, I decided to take us for a stroll to our downtown area.  It was difficult to take pictures with two little ones in tow.  I assure you that the downtown area is actually very pretty and not just dirty alley ways, ha!  I just wasn't able to stand on the sidewalks and safely take photos with the kids.  I could only let go of their hands in front of the courthouse and the alley.  

Any hoo...

I think it was a nice change of scenery that we all needed because the kids were little angels for the rest of the day.  Hallelujah. :)

Btw: the little kiddos were freaking out a little because of a very loud motorcycle that was driving by, hence their expressions.