|by William Shakespeare (1609)|
|That time of year thou mayst in me behold|
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
This is a bread that screams "Autumn". And since Mr. Shakespeare already wrote an ode to autumn, I decided to let him take it from here.
Like the amount of hours in the day this time of year (at least in the Northern Hemishpere), this post will be short. Life is taking some funky turns today and has decided that is where my time must be allotted...
A yeasted bread, made moist with pumpkin puree and studded with a combination of fresh (cranberries) and dried (golden raisins) fruits along with walnuts (not toasted, even though the recipe called for it). This was an enriched bread (hello, butter), so it needed a little bit more time to do its thing - including an overnight rest in the refrigerator and some additional "warm up" time.
Plain or toasted, this was a lovely treat.
This post participates in Tuesdays with Dorie. The recipe for Cranberry, Pumpkin & Walnut Loaf can be found at the site of this week's host: Rebecca at This Bountiful Backyard.