Italian Grinders with Garlic Aioli and Marathon 26

“Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders. Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans.” I have been singing the Lunch Lady Land song for years without ever having known a grinder. Well, I met one. Four, actually. On the way home from Iowa last April, KP and I stopped by People’s Co-op and asked for thin slices […]

Nosebleed Wheat

Perhaps the name I have given this bread will turn some people off. I do not mean to suggest by the title that I allowed my nose to bleed into the bread dough, yucko. By “Nosebleed” I mean to say that this wheat bread was made at 9,000 feet in Winter Park, Colorado. I needed […]