500 - {Yeasted Doughnuts}

"I'm Heather," she told me while swiftly turning a chair in my direction. After I introduced myself and sat down, she fastened a black smock around my neck, turned my chair toward the mirror and directed her eyes, now brimming with polite patience, into my own from over my left shoulder. I quickly explained the cut I wanted to her, and she, understanding, nodded and lead me to another

Twinkle - {Croissants}

I'm surrounded by lights. Flickering, twinkling and buzzing dots, free in the air and making their way through the night sky. As they move, their calculated paths confound me; dancing to an elusive tune, their beautiful waltz plays out before blind eyes. I'm helpless at the threat of invasion, but appreciative of the performance.The fireflies have claimed their territory over the cattails and

Fuel - {Ciabatta}

Hey! I want to preface this entry by saying that it's a little... Depressing. I don't know that anyone would be super concerned or anything, but I am doing just fine. I consider myself lucky to have as many amazing people in my life as I do.This post is just something that I think about, from time to time, you know? Maybe it's just my age, but relationships and human nature fascinate me. No

Bright - {Strawberry Pistachio Rolls}

I've started "tweeting." I think. Is that the right thing to say? Anyway, follow me if you want to watch me make a fool out of myself as I navigate the strange new world of Twitter! Just be careful... I walk into walls. Wow, I am just so darn original!----------------------------------C ducks under the brim of his cap and lets out a loud sigh. As he confidently falls to wrap his arms

Across - {Chocolate Brioche French Toast}

It�s habit, when the alarm rings, to momentarily shrink into your dark surroundings. The sun knocks at your window, spreading the blinds further and illuminating plush carpeting with increasing strength while it inches higher into its impressive arc. How much time you spend there with blankets pulled and scrunched to your tired eyes is dependent only on you and your obligations; your drive to

Distraction - {Cinnamon Rolls}

Rigid after a long walk and an even longer phone call, my barren and numb fingers find comfortable recluse within the deep pockets of my coat. Unable to twist the enclosed loose change between my fingertips as I so often do, I awkwardly crumple my frozen digits into a fist for warmth whilst conversing with S. After walking a few paces, not far from where I had been waiting, she gently opens a

Focaccia or rosemary bread / Fougasse au romarin

250 gm flour / farine de bl�

5 gm dried baking yeast / levure sech�e

1 teaspoon salt / cuiller�e � caf� de sel

1 tablespoon olive oil / grande cuiller�e d�huile d�olive

1 sprig rosemary / brin de romarin

Warm water to mix / eau ti�de pour m�langer

Finely chop half of the rosemary leaves. / Emincer la moiti�e des feuilles du romarin.

Mix the flour, yeast, salt and chopped rosemary leaves in a large bowl. / M�langer la farine, la levure, le sel et les feuilles de romarin hach�es dans un grand bol.

Add warm water and the olive oil slowly and mix to make a soft dough. / Ajouter l�eau ti�de et l'huile d'olive lentement et m�langer pour faire une p�te douce.

Knead for 1 minute. / P�trir pour 1 minute.

Leave to rise in a warm place for 20 minutes. / Laisser lever dans un endroit chaud pour 20 minutes.

Knead for 5 minutes. Leave to rise for 1 hour. / P�trir pour 5 minutes. Laisser lever pour 1 heure.

Form into a round on an oiled baking tin. Make indentations on the surface. Sprinkle the rest of the rosemary leaves and olive oil over and leave to rest for 10 minutes. / Former la p�te en ronde sur un plat � four graiss�. Faire des creux sur la surface. Saupoudrer les feuilles de romarin qui restent et verser de l�huile d�olive sur la surface et laisser reposer pour 10 minutes.

Bake for 25 minutes at 200 degrees C. / Faire cuire au four pour 25 minutes � 200 degr�es C.

Crave - {Basil, Garlic and Feta Bread}

In the weeks before the 18th of December, the first day of winter break, I grew antsy and excitable as I scoured the internet for recipes I simply had to make while I had easy access to an oven. As the weeks turned into days, I began taking inventory of the fridge at home, texting my mom frequently to get a feel for the ingredients available in the fridge and pantry. I was so ready to bake.But