Food quest
Another bread machine adventure, today. There was a single apple on the counter. Add in a couple of bananas, some flour and supporting chemistry, stir vigourously for five minutes and bake for another one hundred. In the end, the whole was better than the sum of the ingredients. A loaf, which I have sampled and designated as a success. Call it Gestalt food. With a string of success bakes on my list, I can now get expressive.
Banapple-loaf
Seriously; the old bowl to pan style of baking is probably more efficient, but I’m attempting to justify the tool, not the product. If all I ever produce is good bread, that will be enough for the others. This is for me.
Today, we put on a social air. With family, not strangers, but it did require preparation. Trying to get the others in this household to an appointed place at a scheduled time is akin to herding cats. We were “fashionably late”, I guess; that means that our place at the table was already chosen.
A good meal, with interesting company. Cousin style. The youngest held a series of impromptu videoconferences (the wifi was flaky) with other family in Paris, which gave the whole thing a very cosmopolitan air.
And when all was done, and we’d parted company, the quest began. Somehow, salt and vinegar flavoured potato sticks has become necessary to our lifestyle. We visited four different locations, never satisfying our search. However, we did purchase other things at each stop, which gave a very satisfied air to things. And we did find the most expensive bag of potato chips I’ve seen, to date. $4.55 for this:
Luxury chips
