Babke. Babka. Bobka. Baba. Agh. This. It seems to have a few different names.
Yes, that's a pretty rich breakfast but we won't be having our Thanksgiving dinner until Friday. Rick's sister and her family won't be getting into town until tomorrow night and we all decided to wait until Friday to have our dinner. As the cook I must say I am appreciating this extra day to get ready! I haven't done too much yet--I've made the puree from my pie pumpkins for the pumpkin pies and I made Cinnamon Ice Cream to go with the Apple Pies that will be baking in the oven while we are eating dinner on Friday.
Oh and guess what. My mixer broke. Again. But this time in a different way. It makes the noise as if it's mixing but it doesn't actually spin the paddle/hook/whisk. I'll be calling KitchenAid tomorrow and hopefully they will be answering the phones.
And I'm still loving my scarf. Very much.
