The Beginning. Kind of.

Who knew? I skipped the complementary muffin on this morning’s flight (3am NY time) for the complementary merlot.

For the opening of my bread blog, I will blog about wine. It came in a box and the flight attendant (you cannot call them stewardesses anymore) poured it into the mini plastic cup with more heartiness than needed, splashing a little on the cart and me. But I’m not complaining. She didn’t card me.

Onwards and Upwards.

We arrived in the Dublin airport, taxied to the apartment, ran thru the landlord’s upscale pad and thru the meticulously manicured garden behind it, tried the door to our supposed apartment, realized we were at the backdoor, realized we hadn’t a key, realized we were surrounded by stone walls, Kate (housemate) questioned jumping the wall, then our housemates saved us at the last minute.

Soon, we found ourselves in a quaint, lovely little convenient store called Spars. Similar to the American CVS. Except it had BREAD. I bought a baguette for .60 euro, or, with the despicable exchange rate, a dollar. We strolled along a channel around dusk, took a few spills on the ice (this is the first time it has been so cold/snowy/HAILING in Dublin in over 40 years), and I ate the whole loaf. And THUS begins the Bread Blog.