After reporting my unprecedented success; I’ve had several requests for my patented, super secret, never before discovered, wombat shit free bread recipe. Fair ’nuff.
I will comply but not right now. At the moment my blog is on temporary auto-pilot while I’m out of town. You’ll have to wait.
In the meantime I’ll add a few points of interest related to cooking Grandma food:
- Getting cooking advice from me is ironic. I do not cook…I kill stuff, eat things, and manufacture food. Cooking is, to me, a means to an end; the “end” of course is not starving (and avoiding the ingestion of shit). My wife, who is a superb cook, is probably rolling her eyes (or worse) at the paradox of me giving any culinary advice on anything.
- In keeping with my ideas of cooking, all of my “culinary advice” is intended for possessors of a Y chromosome or those who can grok my attitude. If you’re looking for anything like the average cooking advice…try Julia Child.
- If I did it then it is simple and crude. I did not invent the bread recipe I used. Why reinvent the wheel?
- The only reason to bake bread is because there are not free range loaves which can be hunted.
Since you asked for it, I’ll provide further information (at a later date). Prepare to be underwhelmed.