Up every morning just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob
Sounds of the city pounding in my brain
While another day goes down the drain (yeah yeah)
Right now I am very glad that I haven't taken the subway since 2002. Sending prayers to all my New York peeps. This is no joke.
But its a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And theres a five o'clock me inside my clothes
Thinking that the world looks fine, yeah
Fine enough to bake bread? Because we are running low, and there's no desire to move out of my comfort zone to drive to Publix. Well, yes - with the move to Kissimmee, I not only don't take the subway anymore, I don't even have to take my car if I'm feeling energetic enough for a short walk to the office. Since I always take my car (who walks to work in Florida?) I am definitely home early enough to throw a few things into the bread machine.
There are few things as comforting to the senses as freshly-baked bread, and while kneading the dough by hand is a wonderful therapeutic experience, it is generally not something one commits to at the end of a busy workday. As soon as I saw this recipe, I knew it was the one for tonight - anything with "Hungarian" in the title always piques my interest.