I need you to do something for me: DROP EVERYTHING. And make this grilled mushroom pizza immediately.
OK, maybe that’s too pushy, considering I just had my first sip of coffee and am myself nowhere near the energy level to, like, get off the couch, but in about an hour or two? It’s pizza time.
The reason for my haste is this: This pizza is good. But like, really good. Like, really really good. Like, really really really real — it’s just good, OK? And you need to get it into your life as soon as is appropriate for your schedule (which I’m hoping is maybe, definitely, today).
This multigrain sandwich bread is the kind of bread that gets me excited about baking bread, you know?
Let me explain. See, in the summer, no one really wants to be baking. We’d all rather be out of doors, out of office, out of kitchen, etc. I get it. I’m with you. I’ve grilled our dinner no less than five times in the last week (would have been six, if not for that random torrential downpour we had the other day when I was JUST about to go out and grill some pork chops. Dernit). Sometimes, the last thing I want to be doing is baking bread when the sun is shining and beckoning me outdoors.
But no matter the time of year, I love bread. This is pretty clear about me at this point, I would hope. And nothing compares to a homemade loaf fresh from the oven. If I could sing, “Glory glory hallelujah!” and dance a jig every time I baked a loaf of bread, I would (maybe I already do this, WHO CAN SAY). So that’s how this multigrain sandwich bread came to be — because I was craving bread (duh), I needed bread for our morning toast and our lunchtime sandwiches (for picnics!) and I felt like this bread was worthy of the sacrifice of just a few short hours in the kitchen so we could eat homemade, fresh-baked bread for days to come.
Now HERE’S the way to get your daily dose of vegetables. Just stuff them in a soft, cheesy, pull-apart roll.
I’ve never really been one to turn up my nose at veggies (except for carrots, which I’m kind of iffy about unless they’re in this form), but that’s not the case for the rest of the humans I live with in this house. The small human has an aversion to all veggies except those that can be dipped in ketchup, and the tall human will only gladly eat vegetables that are on top of a frozen pizza. So I am often alone in being excited about eating salads and such.
But these stuffed pull-apart sweet potato rolls? They were accepted by all, with much gladness. And this made me so, so happy.
Firstly, thank you, EVERY ONE OF YOU, for the unbelievably kind, thoughtful and supportive comments, e-mails and text messages you sent my way about my last post. Your kindness has blown me away, and I am ever the more grateful for this space we share. I read each message with sincere appreciation and each one has helped me to heal. Thank you thank you.
Secondly, I’m writing this post as I devour yet another slice of this chocolate bread, because it is truly the greatest thing to come out of my kitchen in weeks — maybe even months. Each bite is soft, chewy, full of melty chocolate bits and I cannot stop eating it. I’m about to go in for another slice, if I’m being honest.
Easter is just around the corner (seriously, it’s coming up on us RIGHT QUICK) and I don’t know about you, but I’m already thinking about brunch. It’s what I do.
Many years in my youth, my family would go to the restaurant Easter brunch buffet. Sometimes this wasn’t so bad — I would get my fill of that prime rib station and a plate full of mini cheesecakes. Other years, not so much. Once, I encountered an extremely hot outdoor tent buffet with supposed-to-be-cold kale salad that was melting into a puddle of ice cubes-turned-water next to a tray of cheese cubes that were fused together by the sun’s death rays (though also, perhaps, banding together as a way to survive), and a terrifying man-size bunny that greeted every table with his terrifying man-size immobile bunny face. I think there also might have been an entire family in overalls and flannel, if memory serves.
This year, I’m avoiding any potential chances for a recurrence of things past while also graduating beyond the prime rib/mini cheesecake situation. I’m bringing this chocolate cinnamon roll wreath front and center instead.
Hi hi hiiiiiiiii! It’s Thursday, which is almost Friday, which is almost the weekend, and I’m in South Carolina this week with some blogger friends wearing leggings (mandatory), eating delicious food (naturally) and talking shop/non-shop, nonstop (love). It’s been a great getaway so far and I will share more details later (though you can follow along on the shenanigans via Snapchat –> stephmwise), but for now, let’s talk about the fact that I made you another video (!!!).
I’m really trying to get the hang of this video thing, as it’s, uh, not my forte. This is why I blog behind a computer screen where I can type up words and edit them before I share them with the world (though that doesn’t really stop me from oversharing anyway, but I digress). With video, I can edit all of my blunders, too, but people, there are SO MANY BLUNDERS. Ask the husband, who typically acts as my cameraman/director/warn-er of “babe, you’ve said ‘um’ a dozen times in the last five seconds and also have not blinked.” Bless him. But I’m going to keep practicing, and while video obviously will never take over on this blog, it may make an appearance more often, especially when I feel it is more helpful than just looking at photos.