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There is something satisfying in the slight imperfections of homemade hot dog buns. Just as soft and fluffy as any bland conveyor belt bun but with flavor and character. This is a bun I want to invite to my dinner party. You can make these hot dog buns the day of or start the dough […]
New England style hot dog or lobster rolls made without a specialty hot dog bun pan: a little bit classic buttery top loading New England style bun, a little bit deliciously soft yet structured Japanese milk bread. Stuff it with lobster, shrimp salad, or a dog. want something equally soft and squishy but a little […]
Deliciously dilly yet soft and tender these dill pickle burger buns add a layer of flavor to any burger or sandwich. The only thing I might change next time is to add more pickles. Who knew? Pickle humor is a thing. While there are far too many puns involving “dill” there are also an array of […]
Are you searching for a homemade bun that is just as soft and squishy as your favorite ‘I can’t bear to read the ingredient list’ store bought? Here it is. And bonus, it’s vegan without even trying. Yes hot dog buns with a pretzel outside and an almost challah tender yet egg free interior. How’s […]
Flat bread not flatbread and not quite focaccia this umm bread is a riff on my go-to flatbread, the Afghan Home style Naan from the wonderful Flatbreads and Flavors Cookbook. The yogurt adds depth often missing in breads without an overnight proof, tang might even be too strong a word, it’s the ingredient that adds […]
Winter herbs: pale blue rosemary, purple sage, hints of silver and green on both. A bite of garlic, the salty tease of Parmesan, the soft grassy notes of extra virgin olive oil. And that’s just the frame. Wait ‘til you get to the picture, the picture that’s been filling the house with its addictive […]
The poem is like the starter, but not like the starter. The poem has salt and heat. The poem is not the starter but the bread it will become. But the poem is not the bread. The poem has salt and heat. The poem is not the starter but the bread it will become. But […]
Fifty-fifty “Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.” “Huh?” Asti looked up from his menu and stared at the quarter resting in Lilly’s right palm. He knew her name was Lilly because it said so on her name tag. “Can it wait ‘til after breakfast? If we break up now you might spit in […]
