Billy and I walk up to the counter to pay for two loaves of bread at Dean & Deluca, the girl at the register cheerfully said, “$15.60”, after I made sure I heard her correctly, I asked “how much is that bread?” Twelve dollars. Well, this better be good. So this magical twelve dollar bread is cinnamon babka. I wonder if babka should be capitalized. There’s a Seinfeld clip on youtube about babka. Cinnamon being the lesser babka. Who knew?
I get up bright and early today to make some French toast! I also made whipped cream, it made me very happy to break out my Kitchen Aid, really, I had to wash everything because it was so dusty. It sits on the kitchen island shelf all sad and lonely.
All in all, a great day today, fresh brewed coffee and French toast made with cinnamon babka. I hope Billy enjoyed it, because I can’t imagine splurging again. Twelve dollars for a loaf of bread. Rolls eyes.