My brother and I baked a dozen loaves of pepperoni bread last night, keeping the tradition our father started with us going. I had insisted we do it this past Sunday but, God forbid, the Eagles were playing at 1:00. Instead my brother and my 4-year-old nephew came over last night, a school/work night. Big mistake, because guess who got stuck with having to finish baking, cooling and slicing half of the truckload we made? This girl. The one who had to get up at 4:30 this morning. And guess who was rushing around just trying to get it done instead of enjoying our time spent together and baking this stuff with the love and care that we used to when our Pop was alive, because Nico was wired as hell and doing his 4-year-old thing while our mother is down for the count with an upper respiratory infection? Yup, my brother.
Four burnt loaves of pepperoni bread and one small grease fire later, the chaos finally ceased and the seasonal treat our friends and family love so much was finished baking.
To keep in mind for next year,
- Buy the dough at least a day in advance. An hour to thaw? Bullshit.
- We need 4 pounds of sliced pepperoni - 3 doesn't cut it - and not from just any deli counter. I believe that to be the cause of the grease fire.
- We also need to have about six pounds of mozzarella cheese on hand. I did not appreciate having to make another grocery store run in the middle of the baking proceedings.
- It's smarter to start during Nico's nap time because then he's less apt to be a maniac while we're fighting grease fires and ending up covered in shredded mozzarella and flour.
- Ma's baking pans are shit. Guess what she's getting for Christmas this year?
Now to brave the snow and go get chocolate chips so I can bake even more. Because, you know, I forgot all about them the two separate times I was in the grocery store yesterday.
To keep in mind for next year,
- Buy the dough at least a day in advance. An hour to thaw? Bullshit.
- We need 4 pounds of sliced pepperoni - 3 doesn't cut it - and not from just any deli counter. I believe that to be the cause of the grease fire.
- We also need to have about six pounds of mozzarella cheese on hand. I did not appreciate having to make another grocery store run in the middle of the baking proceedings.
- It's smarter to start during Nico's nap time because then he's less apt to be a maniac while we're fighting grease fires and ending up covered in shredded mozzarella and flour.
- Ma's baking pans are shit. Guess what she's getting for Christmas this year?
Now to brave the snow and go get chocolate chips so I can bake even more. Because, you know, I forgot all about them the two separate times I was in the grocery store yesterday.
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