The "flavor"

I could have sworn that I have written about "the bread", but I can't find it anywhere. Mom, Dad? Do you remember reading about it? Or do you just remember it?

It was Easter 2011. I made "the bread" to go with our dinner.

There was a moment of panic when the smell hit the kitchen. The bread was under the broiler and it smelled like it was burning.

I wasn't worried. It was doing exactly what it needed to be doing.

My mom said it was burning and I said, "No! That's the flavor!"

Hence, it is now known in our family as "the flavor". Not "the bread".

Since I never blogged about it (or at least can't find where I did) here's the link to that delicious recipe. Try it with your next dinner. Follow the instructions and wait. Don't get impatient like my mom. You definitely want "the flavor."

The reason why I'm telling you about the flavor bread is because PW blogged about another of her favorite breads. This post is actually older than "the bread" post. But she just reposted it and it was the first time I had seen it.

Check this out.

I have a feeling that this will be replacing "the bread" in our house. I will be trying this soon.

And, if you read through the recipe, don't fret. I read several of the comments and one urges everyone to use kalamata olives instead of the canned. I will definitely be using the kalamata.

And I promise to post Christmas pictures on here soon. I haven't forgotten.

mushy fruits

If a fruit or piece of fruit is mushy, I tend to not eat it. I don't know why, I just don't.

But I was just eating some olives and I popped one in my mouth. It was mushy. Yet, I still ate it. It doesn't make sense does it?

Do you eat mushy fruit? 

Friday's musts: olives, hummus and salami

We met Fran and Jack at the Green Valley Ranch. The girls went shopping while the guys sat in the sun. Just as the girls were finishing, the guys had decided to go in to the Casino.

We hung out for a little while, then decided to make dinner reservations. Fran and Jack agreed to meet us at the restaurant (Tuscany Grille). We stopped at the grocery store to pick up more hummus.

And olives.

Because when we were at the grocery the other day I saw the olive bar, but I didn't buy any.

And now I need olives.

Because I love olives.

The first time I ever had an olive was on our cruise in 2007. We were in Nice, France at an open air market. Bill had picked some out some Nicoise olives. I wasn't going to try one, but then decided, "hey, when in Rome... or France" and I tried one.

They were good. I had no idea I liked olives!

I've tried them all now. My favorite are Kalamata (pits in tact).

So while we were at the store, we hit the olive bar.

It was the perfect nosh. It hit the spot.

That's what Fridays are for.