It's pancakes with apples and pears. And sliced almonds. And apple syrup.
Um, hello?...yoo hoo...'scuse me...but you can take your nose off the monitor. No matter how hard you press, you're not going to be able to smell that loaf of bread.
At least, not that way. You'd be able to smell it really well if you make it, though, and if you are a fan of rosemary and garlic, then you really should.
Because bedtime was approaching, both my kids were suddenly hungry. It's funny how they are starving to death ten minutes before they are due to go to sleep, despite big meals and maybe a dessert, too. What amazing metabolisms they have.
Here, finally, is the other dessert I made.
I can hear you all going "HUH???" out there (or worse) (and yes, I'm talking to you, Susan) so I want to explain why I came up with this dessert.
My dad's birthday was last Friday, and he'd requested the main item for dinner, but left dessert entirely up to me. So I was thinking about all the things my father likes for dessert. Part of the list included things like squash pie, grapenut pudding, and, most recently, the eggnog flan I made around Christmas and New Year's. Hmmmm. The wheels began to turn.
We got together for brunch at my cousin and his wife's house this past Sunday. Normally they are with us for Christmas, but this year my cousin, Steve, went home to his native England for a visit, so things worked out a bit differently.
Anyway, brunch at their house is ALWAYS something you want to get to, because Colleen (Steve's wife) is an awesome cook and she makes enough for the whole town to eat. And she makes this egg dish, with chourizo and tater tots and cheese (and onions? don't remember), all baked in the oven - it's VERY good.
Yesterday Julia was talking about wanting to make something with me. Something to eat. I asked what she wanted to make, and she said, after a bit of thought, "pumpkin bread pie."
She also launched into a great long list of other things she'd like to make - various cakes, pies, cookies, and so forth. But this one, this first idea of hers, stuck in my head.
I made this toward the end of July, back during my blueberry recipe frenzy. I was also going to the Farmers' Market every Friday morning and getting my weekly ration of goats' milk and making my own cheese from the milk.