J was finishing up the move out his apartment on Sunday and was in need of dinner when he got to my apartment. Sadly the first thing I offered to make was Kraft Mac & Cheese. I can’t believe that was my idea of giving the one I love some dinner! So right before I went to the grocery store I noticed I had left over turkey meat from Thanksgiving and I needed to get some carrots & celery to make turkey stock so I thought I’d just whip up some noodle soup. I haven’t had time to make the turkey stock so I substituted in some canned chicken broth and the end result was probably the best soup I’ve ever eaten. J thought so too.
Homemade Turkey Noodle Soup:
4 cans chicken broth or 2 quarts Turkey stock
1/2 chopped onion
1 stalk celery
1/2 cup or so chopped carrots
2 cloves chopped garlic
kosher salt to taste
2 cups chopped cooked Turkey meat
8oz pasta (2oz pasta for every 15oz liquid)

On medium high heat add chicken broth to stock pot. Let this heat until it simmers, and reduce heat if it comes to a boil. Next add the onion, celery, carrots, garlic and salt (about a pinch or two) and simmer for ten minutes or until vegetables are tender. Last add the turkey and pasta; cook until pasta reaches desired tenderness.

My next new thing is bread. I always sort of put my nose up when I heard someone talk about the bread they made. I’m not talking about banana breads or orange cranberry breads. I’m talking about sandwich bread, baguettes, rolls. Because in the past no matter what I did my bread (I always tried to make standard white sandwich bread) tasted like the Pillsbury boxed pizza dough you make in home ec. Ew. Honestly. Then I found out about this. A few months ago I stumbled across Pete Bakes, and made his chocolate chip coffee cake which is honestly divinity in an 8×8 glass dish. I continued to follow what Pete baked and a couple weeks back he presented this gorgeous deli rye bread. And I thought, wow this guy is just on the ball with baking because I could never do that. I was wrong. Dead. wrong. Zoe Francois has a website where she makes tons of delicious things, not just bread. However I’d been eying up her website and the book and then when she posted on how to make bagels I couldn’t stand it anymore and ordered the book. This is after I swore to myself that the cookbook buying binge from the month before was it for awhile. I could not wait. It arrived right before Thanksgiving and I was about to dive in until I hit some stumbling blocks in regards to a pizza stone. I was going to use unglazed quarry tile (as recommended by Pete here) but when I went to my local Home Depot, they didn’t have it. So I eventually made it to Target and found a cheap pizza stone. Next I needed a bucket so I went back to Home Depot and bought a standard five gallon bucket with lid and punched some holes in the top. Perfection for $5 USD. On Sunday I finally (!!!!) got around to making the bread now that I had secured my bucket. She’s not kidding when she says “in five minutes a day.” It took me longer to measure out the ingredients and get water to the right temperature than to have the old Kitchenaid mix it together.
Here’s a picture of the dough at the 2 hour mark once I put it in the bucket to rise:

And here’s a picture of where the dough level was in the bucket at that point. Keep in mind that the bucket was probably 1/5 full when the dough was first made and it’s a five gallon bucket:

So on Sunday while I was getting the turkey soup together I through my first loaf in the oven along with a mini loaf for J to have with his soup.

And a profile view:

RESULTS:
This was beyond anything I ever thought I’d make bread-wise. Absolutely positively fantastic fantastic fantastic. In fact I am a complete store bought bread snubber. I cut two slices for a sandwich at work on Monday, and then Monday night J and I accidentally finished off the loaf and it was too late to make more. So when Tuesday morning came and I had no sandwich bread J reminded me that the end of the Nature’s Own whole wheat was left I looked at him and said, “As if I’m even going to eat that crap!” Want to know the icing on the cake? This bread tastes EXACTLY like the loaves of bread we would get when I was growing up at the local Italian bakery (you can still get it but I’m only home a handful of times per year). This loaf tastes brick oven baked and I did it all in my little old gas oven. I’m stoked to go home for Christmas and make this. No one in my family is going to expect this. And it makes me happy that we don’t have to wait for a Thursday or a Saturday to snap up some fresh loaves and hope the bakery didn’t run out.
Now I leave you with a picture of J’s dinner I made on Sunday with the accompanying roll:

I’ll post my TWD tomorrow. I know that’s against the rules but the past four weeks have been insane with a very big change coming in J’s life especially, and mine too. But that’s another post for another time. Now I’m off to have a little fresh bread with butter and olive oil snack with J before bed. This bread book is the end of any waistline I might have ever had.