Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Breakfast of Champions
The berries have gone to his head. It's not every day that Paul bounds out of bed to start working with the poolish for his artisan bread and asks me if I'd like French toast for breakfast. But when he does, it's a very, very good day. The excuse may have been the local blackberries in the refrigerator or the need to get rid of older homemade bread to make way for today's rustic Tuscan loaf. But I didn't need a reason to be very grateful.