Milk-white bread

As a child I hung out in my mom’s kitchen a fair bit, and especially on bread-baking day. If I was lucky I would get a pinch of dough to roll and knead like she was doing, and I would think about baking my tiny bun alongside her half-dozen loaves but it always ended up being eaten before it raised a second time. Continue reading “Milk-white bread”

…first arrivals

The first of our house guests is arriving shortly. Of course Vancouver has to have wild weather to greet, tearing the Sakura petals from the trees with wind and rain. Hopefully the flight will land on time despite the wind.

Super excited about this whole thing, the first almost-family-reunion where I am one of the principals. Rather nervous as well, as the house is not up to snuff, imo.