Helloooo, January. You are well and truly here, aren't you?
And you brought with you: the bitter cold, the numbing winds and the inevitable loss of air pressure in my tires - which means that I am left putting air in them while standing outside in the cold, with the numbing winds laughing at me every step of the way. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Not only am I subject to losing air in my tires this time of year, my common sense appears have fallen by the wayside as well.
At the risk of self-incrimination, I won't go into any details. I will say that there have been some really doosy smack your head against the wall moments going on around here lately. Yeah. Even the peeps have taken to shaking their head while muttering "mom, mom, mom".
A couple of those moments might have involved knocking over partially filled coffee cups. And some other situations may have involved questionable stacking of pantry items. And maybe, just maybe I have miscalculated on whether a couple of items were washing machine compatible color wise.
Of course, none of those moments involve the water cooler at work or watching water flow over the top of my cup onto the floor. Not at all.
It could never have been like that...
It's totally been like that.
I am not doing myself any favors here, am I?
Don't get me wrong - I am prone to my share of screw ups there as well. However, they are usually recoverable.
Forgot to add the olive oil? No worries - add it in and let it rise again.
Forgot the yeast? Same thing. It's all good, sister Susie.
Forgot the flour? Well, that's a whole different issue and one that I hope I would notice pretty quickly on the front end...
|It's as easy as...1, 2, 3.|
Food should be kind to you, you know? If it isn't - find something else to eat.
|Using a scale helped to ensure consistently sized "bruffins" (breads made in muffin tin)|
These rolls appeared as a part of a January-recipe French Friday extravaganza... Brioche rolls, M. Jacques chicken, broth-braised potatoes and quatre-quarts for dessert. Somehow, I managed to be that organized a week before Christmas. (I had not even started my Christmas shopping at that point in time, but somehow I managed to belt these out.)
Whatever didn't get eaten that night for dinner, was cut up and turned into our Christmas morning "french-toast/ bread-pudding" concoction. Which was simply an overnight French toast recipe that used cubed brioche in place of bread slices - because who wants to be standing over a stove at 7:00 in the morning on Christmas cooking breakfast? Not me.
This French Friday marks my two-year blogoversary.
Yes, somehow I have managed to find things to babble on about for two years. It's been fun - thanks for coming along for the ride.
The recipe for the brioche can be found here on Epicurious.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. Hop on over & take a look at the buttery goodness the rest of the FFwD crew has been up to this week.