Baking and further unicorn shenanigans
Recently, I fell in love with Tuscan bread lightly toasted and smeared with room temperature goat cheese (it's some Spanish, wine-cured nonsense because I'm just THAT pretentious). Toss it together with a spinach, strawberry and walnut or pecan salad and well, you get what I've been eating for most of this week. And the bread and chese only lasted THAT long because I paced myself. The first loaf and wedge didn't make it 2 hours after leaving the store, necessitating ANOTHER trip to get more. Mine is a hard life.
So, being as this is my latest obsession, when I came across this recipe on King Arthur Flour blog for a crusty, chewy semolina bread with hunks of cheese MELTED RIGHT INTO THE BREAD, I almost shorted out my computer from drooling. Good thing tomorrow's grocery day because MAN do I have a list and I am going to be baking up a storm. I'll have to see how goat cheese works with this recipe. And the one called Volcano Bread that's linked further down in the same entry that was originally posted by a commenter. It's got cheese and chipotles in adobo sauce. In a bread. Bestill my carb-loving heart. I might also see if I can find a good focaccia recipe as I've taken to wanting to eat all my sandwiches on focaccia and that shit gets expensive, son.
I just wish I had a stand mixer or a bread maker or something. I'll see what's on sale this weekend, mayhaps.
In other news, folks are KILLING me with the icons. THANK YOU AND KEEP 'EM COMING. Also, I can not respond to all the comments; my tendonitis and the fact that the day job involves typing and that's what PAYS for my ridiculousness warrants less typing at home and more laying in bed propped up on pillows watching crappy tv with ice on my wrists. And I just found out folks are linking shit on Twitter and, due to the character limit, have just been typing WORK IT, PONY and a bit.ly link. And that there's somebody on there rping as the Fiercicorn (if that's actually the porn actor, I'll eat one of my many hats) and I'm DYING. STAAAAAAAAY CLAAAAAAASSY, INTERNET.
Also, yes folks. I know he's a unicorn, not a pony. But WORK IT, UNICORN doesn't have the same punch now, does it? MOVING ON.
AND BECAUSE FOLKS KEEP LINKING ME TO MORE ABOUT THE UNIPORN LIKE I'M THE ARCHIVER FOR INSANITY, THERE'S A POSTER. I'm torn between risking death by laughing and actually buying one for shiggles. There is NO way you can pretend that poster is anything but SPARKLY PINK UNICORN CHEESECAKE. I kinda want to hang it in the bathroom if I didn't think various family members wouldn't have heart attacks.
And? IT'S LIMITED EDITION, FUCKERS. DON'T MISS OUT ON THIS SHIT. I CAN'T BREATHE. I'M COMIN' TO JOIN YA, 'LIZABETH. I NEED TO GO LIE DOWN.
So, being as this is my latest obsession, when I came across this recipe on King Arthur Flour blog for a crusty, chewy semolina bread with hunks of cheese MELTED RIGHT INTO THE BREAD, I almost shorted out my computer from drooling. Good thing tomorrow's grocery day because MAN do I have a list and I am going to be baking up a storm. I'll have to see how goat cheese works with this recipe. And the one called Volcano Bread that's linked further down in the same entry that was originally posted by a commenter. It's got cheese and chipotles in adobo sauce. In a bread. Bestill my carb-loving heart. I might also see if I can find a good focaccia recipe as I've taken to wanting to eat all my sandwiches on focaccia and that shit gets expensive, son.
I just wish I had a stand mixer or a bread maker or something. I'll see what's on sale this weekend, mayhaps.
In other news, folks are KILLING me with the icons. THANK YOU AND KEEP 'EM COMING. Also, I can not respond to all the comments; my tendonitis and the fact that the day job involves typing and that's what PAYS for my ridiculousness warrants less typing at home and more laying in bed propped up on pillows watching crappy tv with ice on my wrists. And I just found out folks are linking shit on Twitter and, due to the character limit, have just been typing WORK IT, PONY and a bit.ly link. And that there's somebody on there rping as the Fiercicorn (if that's actually the porn actor, I'll eat one of my many hats) and I'm DYING. STAAAAAAAAY CLAAAAAAASSY, INTERNET.
Also, yes folks. I know he's a unicorn, not a pony. But WORK IT, UNICORN doesn't have the same punch now, does it? MOVING ON.
AND BECAUSE FOLKS KEEP LINKING ME TO MORE ABOUT THE UNIPORN LIKE I'M THE ARCHIVER FOR INSANITY, THERE'S A POSTER. I'm torn between risking death by laughing and actually buying one for shiggles. There is NO way you can pretend that poster is anything but SPARKLY PINK UNICORN CHEESECAKE. I kinda want to hang it in the bathroom if I didn't think various family members wouldn't have heart attacks.
And? IT'S LIMITED EDITION, FUCKERS. DON'T MISS OUT ON THIS SHIT. I CAN'T BREATHE. I'M COMIN' TO JOIN YA, 'LIZABETH. I NEED TO GO LIE DOWN.