One petit pain a la Suzanne with an added dose of fontina from Albert Vera’s Italian shop here in LA
Mixed: 8:30 pm Saturday
Folded: 12:40 pm Sunday
Molded: 1 pm
Baked: 3 pm
Gave: to my dad, the baker–and the rest of the gang
My dad is a jolly fellow. If he had a long white beard and were a little larger and more rotund he’d make a fabulous stand-in for Santa. He’s also the king of malapropisms… Just the other day he replaced the word “crouch” for “crotch…” My favorite is when he asked what it was like to sleep on a wonton.
My dad’s silliness is why my husband wanted to be photographed with a loaf of bread on his head. He was being egged on. My dad’s gift of good cheer rubs off–and I wanted to post this photo here, to savor it. Humor is a great healer, a balm that soothes so many tricky or difficult situations. It’s a gift more precious than cheesy bread!
So I’m encouraging you to let down your guard and be silly. To nurture and champion your funny bone this new year…
And here’s a fun quote for you from Oscar Wilde–
Some cause happiness (and good cheer) wherever they go; others whenever they go.