So I am standing in the checkout line at Sprouts and doing my usual scanning of mags. And there it is King Arthur has their own beautiful book / mag of recipes with photos of baked goods that have got me all hot and buttered. This is scary . I am lusting over baked goods. Well in a foodie way if you know what I mean. It was a tad embarrassing. Understand I have no problem completely ignoring the bakery section of the store. You know the area where you expect to be bombarded by the enticing aromas wafting from full fledged gluten heaven. Now too often I find 50 shades of overpriced gluten free marketing, and 100 ways to leave your love of staying on the gluten free band wagon. The attempts to seduce me into ignore my better judgement are silly, I am strong willed. Actually I think this store has intentionally, or mistakenly not done well with olfactory marketing.) But I digress.
SO I am standing in the check out line and I am thinking to myself :
#1, and the most dominant thought – I really really really really want my own home baked challah with a generous slab of organic butter that has been humanely produced by grass fed cows. And I want it RIGHT NOW! I want the sensation of the warm whole wheat crusty outside and yeasty warm inside colliding with crush of the sesame seeds on the top crust and the ooozing of the butter. And I want it NOW. HMMMM I had promised myself that I was not going to take the time to get myself into this baking project this shabbat and I was so happy I took a break since before Passover.
#2 thought , well really I think #4 but oh well…. who ever came up with the nutritional wisdom that wheat being produced these days is nasty horrible stuff …. should be given nobel prize or shot ( just joking kind of).
#3 thought… King Arthur marketing…. brilliant.
Scary scary scary … hot home made bread! I remember my dad calling it the staff of life. Now I almost feel like I am smoking cigarettes when I indulge in bread . So, I am in the check out line and it is now my turn. I am holding strong. I am not going to say what I want to say ” I forgot 4 things could you wait while I run and restock my post Passover pantry.” No not doing that.
SO I go home knowing that in the freezer are 4 of the 6 Challah rolls I bought from Levi Catering last week. They are wonderful white flour traditonal type of challah. They are what they are. Wonderful when reheated in the oven to taste fresh baked. That will be fine . We will be fine and not able to over consume. Ha ! Self control should be my middle name. GRRRRR.
#4 but did not really have this thought till I got home and went to review my recipe and post it here….
OOOPS, I go to pull out my challah recipes. They should all be together. Those that I printed out from varied sites to use as reference and then there are my personal notes …. oh my scribbled notes from all the challahs I have created and tested and changed and tried again . Understand I am not known for being a baker. One of my favorite challah tasters has eaten her own words when she told me she thought I was a great cook but baking is so different and I can not approach it the same way. How can I say this in a nice not self deprecating way…. I am not much of a follower. Directions ? We don’t need no stinking directions ! Hmmmm , digressing again. AND /BUT after reviewing every whole wheat challah recipe I could find …. I made mine own . It evolved and seemed to make the most sense to me as a former photographic darkroom chemist. Only saying that cause yes I did have to measure liquids , ok ?
Tooting my own horn my husband who is always happy to tell me what I have not done perfectly is always saying this is the best whole wheat challah he has ever had.
So I am ready to finally put the recipe in the computer and share it with the world.
GRRRRR…What happened? 2 words: Passover, clean up . That leads to the #4 thought…. EHHHH I cannot find the recipe notes anywhere!!!
So for now. Until I find my notes. I will not be baking. I will not be sharing the recipe. I will not be going back to the store to buy the ingredients… and most importantly ….. I can honestly say I am going to avoid that check out line closest to the bakery where King Arthur is hanging out taunting me, teasing me, and just flat out being trouble.
Sigh. I think I am going to go eat a sweet potato now. Lathered with grass fed organic butter and celtic salt and let this gnawing gluten craving pass.
All things happen for a reason… I guess.