7 September, 2007 | Leave a Comment
The pleasures of my new home [part one]…
Toast.
I’ve not had toast in ages. I can’t order proper toast in restaurants because I need dairy-free “butter,” so I must make it at home. And I haven’t been able to do that in the various one-room quarters I’ve called home for the past nine months or so. But now I can make toast. What a marvel! What a wonder! Toast is divine. Those of you regular toast-eaters just take it for granted. Shame on you.
I’ve used my favorite bread — Paul’s French Style Sourdough Bread purchased from Planet Organics. The first item in the list of ingredients? “Unbleached Wheat Flour From Nigel Moon’s Windmill.”
Sometimes I like toast that is almost burned, that is black. That’s the best kind of toast. I come from a long line of people who like burnt toast. And for me, it’s even better with honey, especially that thick, creamy honey you can buy in English grocery stores.
That’s really been the highlight of my week: Toast. I’ve been working like a madwoman, so I haven’t had time to enjoy my new home. I’ve not been here much, but I’ve had a few moments of staring out the window at the trees in the soft light while eating my toast with honey. A small pleasure, but I’ll take it.
Anglofille said @ 10:09 pm | food |
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toast is deliciously comforting - carbs be damned!
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Jackster Says:
September 8th, 2007 at 2:20 amFrench style sour dough? That’s new!
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I love toast and tea, both with lots of honey, when I have a cold!
