I can take the cold and wet of winter. It’s the darkness that gets me. So when the sun is out, I bolt from the house. We’re retired. We have the time. No sense staying locked up and losing those precious rays. In fact, it’s calling my name right now.
Just a couple of loaves for Christmas Day breakfast: onion/cheese and plain cheese.
Their sweet dough ‘cousins’ are resting comfortably in the fridge. They might end up as cinnamon rolls tomorrow afternoon. The dough’s flavor improves with a couple of days’ respite basking in the 35 degrees.