Sandpipers in New Orleans
This morning I decided to catch up on reading new postings from my favorite blogs, and I thought, I haven't "skimmed" for new blogs that I might find of interest in awhile. You know, when you view your own or someone else's there's a little link at the top that says "next blog". When I first started blogging, I would hit that little link and read until I was bored, got an idea for my own blog, or hit a road block (usually a blog where something is for sale). So, I starting skimming. Sadly, I ran across a lot of blogs that were old.....no blog posts for years. I get it though. Something happens in your life, and suddenly blogging is the last thing on your mind. I suppose there are as many reasons for abandoning a blog as there are for starting one. And although I realize that one day I might abandon my own, I would put more importance in making sure that my family deletes my Facebook page than worry about this silly thing......
Friday my youngest son turned 31. We aren't big "birthday" people ~ you won't find us inviting loads of friends (family all live elsewhere, 100's of miles away) for a party. We do the "what would you like for dinner, pie or cake" kind of thing along with a gift or two. And my son says the words I had been dreading ~ "Pan dulce". Pan dulce (which simply means sweet bread), is time consuming. I first made it about 15 years ago when I was exploring bread recipes. Well, my son absolutely LOVES the stuff. So, yesterday I made pan dulce. It takes a long time, because the dough takes forever to rise on that first go round. The recipe says 1 1/2 hours, but its more like 2 to 2 1/2 hours. At some point you have to make egg streusel, which goes inside (or outside if you want, but I don't like it that way). Which is basically flour, sugar, salt and egg yolks - you make plain and chocolate. Well, it had been a year since I had made it, and I was trying to read it without my glasses, and I made a boo-boo, and had to fix that, and in the meantime the dough was ready ~ well, to make a long story short, I was muttering "why couldn't he have just asked for pie", my better half asked if he could help, and FINALLY finished. My son eagerly grabbed the first batch out of the oven, my husband told him they were pretty hot, and he said "I'll take my chances!" It was worth it. :-)