Baby's First Bread

I made bread. Like actual for real ass bread for myself. I made the first loaf a couple weeks ago using a recipe CK sent me. She made me some bread and it was so damned good and made her place smell great. I wanted to try it but figured I did not have the ingredients or tools to even begin. Turns out you don't need much. I have a stove, a big pot, and water. All I needed was yeast, flour, and salt. Yeah. Recipe only has four ingredients.

This is the first one I made. It came out flatter than I pictured but tasted really good. I realized that I messed up pouring the water into the mixture because it became very hard to stir it all together. Either way, I let it sit overnight and baked it and got to eat bread that I made. I still wanted it taller and with more holes.

Trying New Things

For those of you that don’t know, I am not an adventurous person. You will never hear me say “I’ll try anything once!” Some call me stubborn. I call them people who just met me. Last weekend I hung out with Julia C. at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery to catch a flick (“Wild Style”).



Each time we have gone to these films Julia C. manages to bring something I have never had before. Last time it was this sweet bread that was like a giant ass pastry that gave me wood. This time it was bread, some kinda seaweed and rice stuff (that tasted meaty though it wasn’t), these amazing (!!!) mushrooms, this kind of lemon like seasoned stuff we used to dip the bread in, and great cheese.

I was full by the time the film started.

My Stuffin!

So this past weekend I made this stuffing for my cousin Malakia to take to a dinner/early Thanksgiving thing she was going to. I make this stuffing every year but not last year being unemployed and all. Didn’t do my yearly after Thanksgiving dinner at all. This year, same thing. So I was happy that I could make this.


I got the idea for it years ago. And ex got the recipe from a newspaper article and made it but it tasted odd. I knew something was off but not quite sure what that something was. Years later I made it myself and discovered that too much sage was used and not enough milk. Let me just explain what’s in this stuffing that my mother refuses to call stuffing or dressing.





First I take three different types of bread. It really doesn’t matter what kind as long as one of them is dark rye. Jewish, Russian, whatever. I break it into lots of small pieces (this is the longest part of the process). I then take three of four raw eggs and mix it with the bread crumbs. Next I chop up one cup of mushrooms, one cup of celery, and one cup of chopped onions. In a skillet I use about two cups of milk and a pat of butter. I simmer the milk and butter and then toss in all the chopped vegetables. I add a tablespoon of sage to this. Be careful because a little bit goes a long way.





After its been boiling and your kitchen smells awesome I dump the contents of the skillet into the bread and egg mixture. Make sure you mix it well. While that is sitting there take a pan (foil or glass, it doesn’t matter) and spread some mushroom soup (I used celery and no mushrooms whatsoever for my cousins stuffing I made) at the bottom of the pan. I like to use two cans for maximum goodness. Taking the mixture in the bowl out in clumps, just place it on top of the mushroom soup. Toss it in the oven for half an hour at 375 degrees. You can eat it immediately or let it cool off. Whatever.


Hope someone tries this and likes it. The smell alone is worth making it.