Breakfast at home: Now that the weather is nicer, there is something satisfying about a nice weekend breakfast at home, puttering around in pjs, windows thrown open, sunlight streaming in. Saturday morning, pre-market, I noticed we had a half loaf of day old bread, a few eggs and not much else. So, French toast via the lovely Everybody Likes Sandwiches blog.



And then on Sunday it was warm bread, butter and grape jelly.



Warm, homemade bread, thanks to Jim Lahey's no knead bread, which I finally, finally, got around to making this weekend. At about 6 pm last night I was convinced the dough was dead and flat (I've been scarred - my last bread making attempt was at Christmas, when I accidentally misread the recipe and added 3 TABLESPOONS of sugar to the flour). I resigned myself to bread making failure and drank a glass of white wine. I had used active dry yeast since I didn't have instant, and assumed this was my mistake. So, I was surprised Sunday morning when I realized that the dough was actually yeasty and springy. I folded it for the second rise, and low and behold it rose again. When it emerged from the oven, I was triumphant. I took pictures of it like it was my first child and held my head close to the crust to listen to the crackle of the bread as it cooled. And then we ate it.