Um, I'm beginning to think that my annual Christmas tradition of making almond poppyseed bread for friends is one of the reasons I'm starting to not like Christmas so much. It's such a huge pain in the butt. But oh so yummy.
Dylan begged me to let him play with the bread pans before I started baking. He kind of dented them all up, but oh well:
This year's experience, as far as the cooking, was better than last year's. Last year, I put like thirty loaves in my oven, and it took ten thousand years to bake them all. And they turned out too dark brown on the top. This year, I just did one batch at a time in the oven, and they turned out to be nicely golden-brown.
Here are my munchkins, pre-delivery. We decided to make it a family affair:
Next year, I'm delivering by myself.