It has been a while since I’ve shared a recipe. I stumbled upon this recipe one day when I was following bunny trails. I altered the recipe a little bit. The flatbread itself is to die for, but my addition of serving it with sweet cream butter, honey and sea salt will make you feel as if you’ve already died and gone to heaven. It’s really that good! At least in my humble (or not) opinion.
SEEDED FLATBREAD makes about 24 pieces
- 2 C. whole milk (warmed to about 105 F.)
- 1 package active dry yeast
- 1/4 C. olive oil
- 3 T. honey
- 1 & 1/2 tsp. salt
- 3 & 1/2 C flour
- 1 C. oats
- 1/4 C. seeds for garnish (I used a combination of pepitas and sesame seeds)
- Cover a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper.
- In a large mixing bowl stir the yeast into the warm milk. Add oil, honey and salt, stir until smooth.
- Add the flour and oats. The dough will be very sticky.
- Spoon the dough onto the parchment paper covered baking sheet. Smooth out as evenly as possible.
- Sprinkle seeds on top.
- Let rise in a warm spot for half an hour.
- Preheat oven to 400 F.
- Bake the bread on the middle rack of the oven for 15-20 min. or until golden brown.
- Serve piping hot with the butter, honey and sea salt.
Side note: I don’t know about you, but when I was a young 20-something I lived on grocery store salad bars, soup in a can, Lean Cuisine, and eating out. Marshall sent me a picture of the Bacon Weave Tenderloin Slammich that he and his roommates prepared, baked and devoured! College kids these days! These are the years they are supposed to be surviving in the food wasteland, and thinking the best meal they’ve had all week is the smothered burrito from some place called Burrito King. Here is the Bacon Weave Tenderloin Slammich ~ (it’s a little too pink for my taste, but he said it was delicious!)
Have I already mentioned this one? ; ) It can’t be helped!
(I apologize to those of you who are bothered by this.) Photo taken by our friends.
I am grateful that Nate was finally able to experience his first successful deer hunt. I am grateful that we have good friends that allow the boys to hunt on their land, and who help us process the deer. I am grateful for the meat that is in our freezer. I am grateful that my boys, Nate included, are very respectful of the animals they hunt, and respectful of the need for safety and diligence in using their firearms. I am grateful that they practice the art of patience when they sit still and quiet in the tree stand for hours. I am grateful for so much that this scene represents, some of which I don’t quite have words for.
1. and now a beard, 2. Beard, 3. Bearded up!, 4.Bearded Elvis, 5. Bearded Niki, 6. Beard Celebrities, 7. Bearded, 8. beard full of love, 9.Honeybee beard
Consider this a TMI gratitude post, because I’m not shaving my legs all of November! I’m thankful for the time savings, and the fact that my legs are not dry and itchy this time of year. When Marshall played high school basketball this was something the team participated in, and the other two boys also played along with No Shave November when they got to high school. It’s pretty endearing when a 16 year-old says, “Mom, can you see it?” Whereupon I
had to look very, very close to see their facial hair said, “Whoa! That is some impressive facial hair!”
Every day this month I’m counting my blessings. This football season I’ve been working with some incredible and fun ladies to feed the football team – Every. Game. Day. Serving 65 hungry boys and coaches. Phew *as she wipes her unibrow* it takes a lot of work. Yesterday was the first play-off game, and it happened to fall on Halloween. So, what do enterprising moms do to embarrass their kids? They don hairnets, rubber gloves, and orthopedic knee highs! Oh, and they also make sure this song is playing in the background.
(We’re just gonna take credit for that victory last night boys!)
It has been an interesting, dramatic, life-changing year all the way around. Through a series of unfortunate events I am digging my new role as grandma! Yep, that’s right we are grandparents. So today I would like to introduce you to little Miss Emery! From the first minute I got to spend time with her it was as if she was already written on my heart. Those big brown eyes, that fuzzy head, her smiles, coos, and giggles all add up to one sweet sugar dumpling. This could be a post about mistake-making, parenting, heart-break, strength, courage, compassion, circling the wagons, praying, crying, acceptance, and love. Which of course it is, but without a lot of words…
Marshall is a great dad!
And it gave me a reason to make these soft crocheted balls for little Miss Emery! (I did not add the cross-stitch, I just used different color yarn to make the stripes.)