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Showing posts with label matzoh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label matzoh. Show all posts

Monday, March 29, 2010

Lotsa Matzoh


Today I made matzoh (if I keep this up, I'm going to have to change my name to something with a little more Catskills flair). It was a perfect storm of events - I've recently become obsessed with breadmaking, and it's Passover (which, as an adult, I typically don't celebrate), and we are attending a Seder tomorrow night. What better hostess gift than homemade matzoh? Okay, almost anything would be a better hostess gift, but it's the thought that counts, and I'll wrap it really nicely and present it like it is the latest rage. Everyone's making their own matzoh this year. Martha Stewart even did a piece on it. In fact, there's a store opening up at the Biltmore called Matzoh Luck. See? I could be convincing about this...

And in an abrupt about-face to any hebraic tradition, I also made baguettes again. It will be the sequel to my autobiography. I will call it Pain and Matzoh.


Bagels and Baguettes


Bagels and Baguettes might have to be the name of my autobiography. Of course, if this blog is any indication, an autobiography may not be warranted. In my latest baking venture, I have successfully conquered the baguette (in my own humble opinion) and to a lesser extent, the bagel. I won't bore you with the yeasty details. Suffice it to say, the baguettes disappeared so quickly, I couldn't even get a photo of them. Instead of a photo of bread, I'm posting a photo of the accordion book (I would say "aforementioned" but blogs seem backwards to me - perhaps "aftmentioned"?) as it looks in its folded state. Tomorrow, I'm going to try my hand at matzoh. If you are on a low-carb diet, I apologize for my starchy content.