I was wokenup by the loudest thunder this morning. Barely morning, it was 5.30 and it wasa Saturday, so the day should´ve started a few hours later if I had any saying.But no, wide awake there was little to do other than roam the internet andpiles of cookbooks. I made an effort to delay my first cup of coffee; if Istarted drinking at that hour who knows what mood I would be in by nine,jittery for sure.
I takepride in my yeast baking, but today I made a quick bread. Why it´s called abread is beyond me, I never understood it. They have, usually, a ton of sugarand no yeast. They taste more like pound cake, wouldn´t you agree?