Chances are if you saw me during the week of October 17th, I gave you a loaf of Apple Cinnamon Bread. We had lots of apples and I was eager to use them. Ian and Sam always want me to make something yummy when we get home from strawberry picking, apple picking, any kind of fruit picking.
I made an apple cinnamon bread and the family devoured it. The loaf didn't last more than that first day. The kids really wanted me to make another loaf so I did. And then I made another, and another, another, and another and another. 11 loaves in total! I made all 11 in 48 hours. I was a baking machine! I made a loaf for the preschool staff I work with, I made a loaf for my in-laws, a loaf for each of the 4 friends I went out to dinner with that week, a loaf for an upcoming girl's weekend, a loaf for each of two neighbors, and another two loaves for the family to eat. I started to going to sleep at night thinking about baking and who else could I make a loaf for. It was crazy and totally demonstrated how easily I can become obsessed with something and let it get out of control.
|What's left of the last loaf that I was able to take a picture of.|