Workout Music

Today at the gym, I saw myself in the reflection of the window and thought to myself, "I wonder what people would think if they knew the type of music I was listening to." I was wearing a very bright tye-dye t-shirt that I made at Girl Scout Camp, black shorts, my hair was up, and bright blue and green tennis shoes. From this description alone, you probably wouldn't think I was listening to rock, metal (much less heavy metal) or anything else in those genres. 

Well that is exactly what I was listening to. 

When that thought popped in my head I was listening to Judas Priest followed by Black Sabbath. I had to stop lifting at that moment because I was laughing too hard.

So what do you listen to when you work out? Is it a contradiction to what you wear too?

Meditating in a Sauna

I have a new love. Meditating in the sauna.

Let me explain. Today is my Opa's 87th birthday. He is still very active and does gardening, housework, goes for walks that are several miles long, doe tai chi, and goes to the gym, swims, and much more. He also loves saunas. He taught me the way of the sauna and has told me countless stories of him saunaing in Europe when he was younger where everyone (men and women) go into one sauna. Now that's not how most saunas in the U.S. are, but they are just as relaxing.

To honor his birthday today, I decided that I would sauna after my workout. I got in there and the heat was intense (as it should be). I sat down, looked at the clock, and then closed my eyes. With how busy life is for everyone with school, family, and work, and all of the stresses that go along with everything, it's good to relax, take some 'you time,' and be at one with yourself. 

So I decided to meditate in the sauna. 

15 minutes later I come out and have this happy feeling deep down, knowing that it's going to be a good day.

So I have some homework for you. I want you to sauna. You can go in with nothing on but your birthday suit and a smile (and please have a towel to sit on), with your swimsuit, or with some light clothes. Don't bring any electronics with you (saunas usually have a clock on the wall). Don't talk with anyone. Just sit there and meditate. Take time for yourself and you'll soon fall in love like I did. 

Gym Common Sense

Lately I've been seeing some people at the gym that don't have common sense. I'm here today to tell you the common sense rules for the gym. If you do these things, everyone at the gym will have a good time and you won't look like an ass.


1) Rerack your weights. If you can lift them, then you are strong enough to put them away.

2) No grunting. You might think it helps you lift more or makes you feel more manly, but it doesn't. It makes you look like an ass.

3) Don't drop your weights. Sometimes when you're on a machine, it'll happen accidentally. That's fine. But don't be that guy that keeps dropping the weights so everyone looks to see how much your lifting when in reality, I could probably lift more than you.

4) Share the mirror. If someone is using the mirror, DON'T STAND IN FRONT OF THEM!

5) Keep your shirt on. Even Clay Matthews keeps his shirt on at the gym.

6) If you're going to watch TV while doing cardio stuff, make sure you check with others to see if they are watching that TV. Don't just go flipping the channels. 

7) When you're done with a machine, whether you just got there and aren't sweaty yet or on your last rep for the day, WIPE OFF THE MACHINE! I don't want to get an unexpected sweaty hug from you through the machine just because you were lazy and didn't wipe it off.

ATF Internship

Yesterday I had an interview for a summer internship with the ATF. I got there early so I walked by the river some then went into the building. 

The interview wasn't a strict interview, more conversation like. At the end of the interview, she told me that I should probably get my fingerprints done for the background check which is the next stage and that she would be telling me that night. I figured she wouldn't be telling me this unless if I'm pretty much in. 

On my way home, I stopped at the UWM Police dept and got my fingerprints done. I could tell that the officer who did them was more used to dealing with drunk college kids from the way he did them. 

Right before I left for work, I decided to check my email and not even 2 hours after the interview, I get the email telling me that I have to fill out the background check information and that I have the internship! 

I went to work and my boss called me giddy. Then my best friend Mike stopped by and brought a banana split to celebrate. 

It was a pretty awesome day and I'm really excited. 

You may call me your Queen

Yesterday at work, my boss and I were having computer difficulties because someone pressed something they weren't supposed to. So I offered to go over to the IT room and get some help (mainly because we couldn't find the number to call and walking outside on such a beautiful day was an added bonus). 

Just as I enter the IT room, my phone rings. For those of you who don't know, I have the Doctor Who theme song as my ringtone. Immediately, every head in there (all of whom were nerds as it was the day before spring break) has their eyes locked on me. I walked up to the counter and say, "Well at least I know how to make an entrance." 

I was, if not only momentarily, Queen of the Nerds.

Professors. UGH!

I had an exam in one of my classes today. Not a big deal, this is school after all, there will be exams. What bugs me is that my professor wasn't there. Instead, we had a guest 'speaker' of sorts come in and hand out the exam and watch over us to make sure we didn't cheat. One thing that bugs me is that if we needed clarification, the guest 'speaker' might have interpreted it differently than our professor intended so we would be screwed. 

Several hours after my exam, as I was walking home, I saw my professor. He clearly wasn't sick. I asked him why he wasn't in class today. He claimed that he was guest lecturing a different class. So instead of having our professor, we had a guest 'speaker' and he went to guest speak at some other class. 

Guest speakers are fine if they are contributing to the subject matter, don't get me wrong, but this guy was NOT! We had this particular guest speaker come in last week Tuesday and he started off by telling us that he was recently fired from a police department because of several 'issues' were he was not doing his job correctly. He then went on to say that we all (a criminal justice class of grad and undergrad students) were nuts to go into this field because you can be fired at any moment for something that you do. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but you can be fired at any moment from any job because of going against the rules of that company. 

I can't speak for anyone else in my class, but I'm in school to learn. I actually like learning (never thought I'd say that). I am also paying for my professor to teach me. My professor has not been to three classes already (only the 5th week of the semester). I'm not paying for a guest speaker to come in and tell us that we are all crazy for picking this subject matter. I'm not paying for the same guest speaker to come in and babysit us while we are taking an exam that we can't ask questions about to be clarified. 

All I want to do is learn. Not that hard of a concept.

Good Deed

Last night, after a beautiful snowfall all day which accumulated up to several inches, Mike and I headed down to play pool. When were were almost at our destination, we see this sports car trying to turn right at a stop light but all he kept doing was spinning his tires, going no where. So we decided to be good Samaritans and help him out. After pushing him for a few minutes he finally was able to drive without our help. As we crossed back to our side of the street, he rolled down his window and shouted a quick thank you and drove away. 

After several hours of playing pool, we head out to go home and I decided that because it was such a peaceful night, we'd walk along the beach. Only thing I didn't consider as we made our way down the steps, was that the sidewalk was shoveled and buried in almost a foot of snow due to wind drifts. As it was almost midnight, with no cars around, we decided to walk in the street which was freshly plowed. A few cars came and went, one old guy even honked at us angrily, but we always moved to the side of the road. 

It was a nice night, even with the old guy honking. 

Tricky Grandparents

Yesterday I visited my grandparents. My Opa was still napping so my Oma and I were talking and then we started playing doubles solitaire (ironic, I know). A little while later, my Opa comes into the kitchen where we were playing and starts reading the newspaper and keeps interrupting our solitaire game for me to read bits and pieces of the news including the middle school shooting in New Mexico, the retired cop who shot and killed someone in a movie theater over texting in Florida and about the woman who gambled her millions away in Vegas. During that time, my Oma would keep playing solitaire, possibly cheating! 

Once he finished the newspaper, he brings out a book with famous paintings and their stories and the stories of the artists in them. He shows me the famous picture of Adam and Eve and asks if I can spot the mistake. Again, all the while my Oma is playing solitaire and possibly cheating cause she kept winning!

The mistake of course being that they have belly buttons. 

Next he shows me "The Discovery of Honey" and asks what I think of all of those "funny little people."

My theory is that my Oma and Opa planned this whole charade so that my Oma could win more games against me than I normally let her win. 

To get back at her, I took her smurf figures and hid them all around the house. I think we're about even, but I'm watching them!

Playing God?

According to some website that has different "holiday's" each day, it is Play God Day. Also according to the website, people believe that God is good and therefore it is a day to do something good and extra special. You could do something nice and boring like hold open a door, shovel snow for someone for free or bake cookies for your neighbor...but what if you are not a good God. 

What if you like watching people suffer. What if you like watching them get hurt. Well then I suggest you don't actually do these things in real life (cause the law doesn't care that it's Play God Day and you might get in trouble), so I suggest writing. If you want to watch people suffer, write a scene where a dog dies and the family is in mourning. Feeling more evil then that? Maybe you blow something up. A bomb in a house. A pipe exploding in a factory. A fatal car crash. Want to go bigger? Maybe a plane crash.

Remember to always think big, whether good or evil. Think like Darth Vader if you have to, remember, he blew up a whole planet!

(and yes while Tarkin gave the order, the guy at the control panel actually fired, and Darth Vader who held Princess Leia back)

2013 In Review

Went to several friends weddings.

Completed my second Tough Mudder with my mom.

I got to play in bouncy castles with two Green Bay Packers.

Went deer hunting with my dad.

Completed 2 more semesters of Grad School with a current GPA of 3.62.

Worked on editing and writing my books. 

It was a pretty decent year. 

Here's to 2014!

Pre-Christmas Productivity! (2 recipes!)

I made Russian Tea Balls (cookies)! My grandma always had these on the cookie tray for Christmas and when she passed in 2010, I decided I would keep that tradition alive since it was one of my dads favorite cookies.

Russian Tea Ball Recipe:
1 cup butter softened, 1/2 cup powder sugar, 1t vanilla extract blend that together. Add 2 1/4 cups flour and 1/4t salt and blend. Stir in 3/4 cups chopped walnuts (the finer, the better). Form into 1" round balls and place on baking sheet. Bake at 400* F for 10 minutes. Roll in powder sugar right away. Once cool, roll in powder sugar again. Enjoy!

After cookies (and a round of dishes) we brought in the train set and set it up.

After lunch I made a Chocolate Cheesecake (my first ever cheesecake that I made solo)

Recipe: 1 cup chocolate wafer crumbs, 1/2 cup finely chopped toasted hazelnuts, 1/3 cup melted butter, 3 packages (8 ounces each) cream cheese softened, 1 cup sugar, 12 squares (1 ounce each) bittersweet baking chocolate (melted and cooled), 3 eggs (lightly beaten), 1 cup sour cream, 1 1/2 t vanilla extract, 1/2 t almond extract, dash salt
Glaze: 4 squares (1 ounce each) bittersweet baking chocolate, 1/4 cup heavy whipping cream, 1 t vanilla extract
Combine chocolate wafer crumbs, hazelnuts and butter, press into the bottom of an ungreased 9-inch springform pan.
In a large mixing bowl, beat cream cheese, and sugar until smooth. Add chocolate (If you don't have 12 ounces of bittersweet baking chocolate like I found out, you can use unsweetened baking chocolate and add 1/4 cup sugar for every 4 ounces unsweetened and it will turn out the same). Add eggs; beat on low until just combined. Add sour cream, extracts and salt; beat just until blended. pour over crust. place pan on baking sheet.
Bake at 350* for 60-65 minutes or until the center is almost set. Cool pan on a wire rack for 10 minutes. Carefully run a knife around the edge of pan to loosen; cool 1 hour longer. Refrigerate for 3 hours.
For glaze, in heavy saucepan or microwave, melt chocolate with cream, stirring until smooth. Remove from heat. Stir in vanilla. Remove sides of springform pan. Spread gaze over top. Refrigerate overnight. Garnish with whipped cream and hazelnuts.

Instead of chocolate wafer crumbs, I killed these guys...I mean used these.

Fresh from the oven:

The finished product! (really rich and you will need a glass of milk to go with it)

Dear Gym Asshole

Yeah, that's right, I'm talking to you, the dude in the red sweatshirt today.

Background: I was at they gym doing squats with the barbell and looking at the mirror to make sure I go down all the way each time. During one of my first few sets, an asshole decides to use a barbell right in front of me (minded other barbells that weren't in front of me were open) and stays there doing squats of his own, really poorly might I add. Not only was he in front of me when he was doing his squats, but he did really annoying grunts and wasn't even lifting that much to justify grunting. 

The moral of the story is, don't be an asshole at the gym. It's simple. When someone is using the mirror and you have other options on where to stand, stand elsewhere! 

Breaking Stereotypes

Thursday I went to the gym and invited my friend, Mike, to come workout with me if he wanted, not expecting to see him but to see some lame excuse via text so I plugged in my iPod and got to work. Well, normally at the gym I do around a half hour of weights (and I'm not talking 5 pound weights) and then either bike or row. On my last weight machine of the day, I got up to wipe it off and see Mike behind me. Apparently I look very intimidating when I workout and scared him slightly. We went upstairs where the track and other cardio equipment is and I start rowing and he ran around. At the end of our cardio, I ask him if he wanted to do any weights to which he declined. 

Well the stereotype that I am leading to is weight lifting and the gym. On any given day at the gym, the majority of the people in the weight room are guys. Today there were only 3 other girls besides myself (most lifting the 5 pound weights I mentioned earlier). Also, on any given day at the gym, girls usually outnumber guys on cardio equipment. So I'm here to tell you that it is ok for girls to lift weights and it's ok for guys to go for a run or something cardio along with weights. 

Playing with the Pack

So I was working out at the gym in the morning like usual and after an hour work out (which felt amazing) I see in the big open area, where people are usually playing basketball, bouncy castle things being set up. So me being a curious Sonja goes in to check it out. I ask some dude with a clip board (because dudes with clip boards usually know what's going on) what it was all about. He told me that it was the Military Experience for the week long Veteran's Day celebration and was starting at 12 people could play in the bouncy castles, try on actual military gear and do a pull up challenge. Just as I was about to leave (because it wasn't 12 yet) he tells me "And then a couple of Packers are going to be here from 1-4 playing in them and meeting people and taking pictures if people want." 

I go home to eat something, cause I worked out pretty hard and was hungry and then head back to the gym around 2. A friend and I did a bouncy castle obstacle that was timed to see which team was the fastest (we weren't even close, but it was still fun). Then we got to go in the ball wrecker bouncy castle and swing a big ball around trying to knock each other off of podiums and finally there was a knock out bouncy castle. 

So I got to play with Ryan Taylor (left) and Marshall Newhouse (right) of the Green Bay Packers and got my picture taken with them.

One Week

No, not the song by Barenaked Ladies. But one week until NaNoWriMo (nanowrimo.org). In one week, or 7 days, or 168 hours or 10,080 minutes, thousands of people will be hyped up on coffee or tea, getting less sleep than they should, having no social lives (if they ever had one to begin with), and hoping that their imaginary friends will take them on a journey worth writing 50,000 words about.

Thankfully I have friends and family that I can ask random questions, where other people would judge my sanity. I have a notebook and word document that I can write in at any spare second of the day. I have my daily word count posted beside my desk. But most importantly, I have an idea. And if I may say, it is brilliant. I already have a strong outline from the help of one of my oldest friends, Ashley, and cannot wait to begin.

Whether you are ready or not, here it comes. And in the words of the Doctor:

"GERONIMO!!!"

Evaluate Your Life

Today is evaluate your life day. This day could be scary for some, but how else can you make sure that you are on the right track. My life right now boils down to several things: friends/family, writing/editing, school, training, and work (changing in order from day to day and hour to hour).

First of all, my family and friends are important to me. Once a week I like to drop my Oma an email telling her about anything exciting that happened or just how my week was. I grew up living next to my Oma and Opa and as a kid would always run next door after school and these little emails are still my way of running next door to them after school. Another one is my best friend, Laura. Although we haven't lived close to each other for several years, we still text and email about problems and our days and happy moments and have the occasional phone call that lasts at least an hour.

Second thing in my life is my writing and editing. I'm currently editing another book to be published with the help of friends and family, after having read it over several times myself. I'm also working on and planning another book that I'm going to write for this years NaNoWriMo. I love writing. It gives me a chance to be different people and to not be interrupted.

School is of course a big part of my life right now as I'm in grad school. To those that are currently in grad school or have been in grad school, you know what I'm talking about. Also with school I'm the Criminal Justice Student Association President where I get to talk to federal agents (yes, I have some awesome contacts in federal agencies) and arrange speakers and tours for the members.

Training is another big part of my life. I would say working out, but training sounds better for one, and training means that there is a goal that you want to accomplish at the end. For me, I'm training for my third Tough Mudder in 323 days.

Finally work. Last week I was promoted of sorts to House Management Supervisor. Basically meaning I get to do a little more work. 

All in all, I love my life even with all of my weird medical stuff that has been going on this year. Yes, sometimes it's a bit stressful and challenging, but if it's not challenging, is it really worth it?
So, evaluate your life today. If you find that you don't like a specific thing, then ask yourself why and don't be afraid to make some changes for the better. 

Traditions

Lots of people have different traditions, relating to their culture, holidays they celebrate and way of life. One of my traditions is playing pool. Last winter, one of my best friends, Mike, and I were walking along as the snow flakes were falling on our faces. We were talking about our days and things that were on our minds that we wouldn't normally share with others. We came to a bar and the sign said that they had free pool on Mondays. We went in to warm up a bit and played some, then took a cold walk back. 
Little did we know, that was the start of one of our traditions. 
Almost every Monday night since, we walk down to the same bar, the bar tenders and bouncers all know us now, and we play pool for several hours. We watch sports and car races and just unwind from the day. Normally we walk along the beach on our way home, watching the waves crash over the dark sand while we talk about anything and everything. 
Because of this tradition, Mondays never seem as bad as some people perceive them to be. Thanks Mike for our tradition. 

What's Your Quirk?

Everyone I know has a weird little quirk when it comes to working out. Some stare themselves down in the mirror, some look really pissed off while lifting, while others go in pairs or groups to the gym and everyone stands around one person while that person is lifting.

My quirk you ask? Well I have several. 

I always do 100 reps on each machine I use. I typically always do 4 sets of 25 and take a water break after my 3rd set. Sometimes I'll do more, but 100 is my minimum. 

When I'm not feeling the workout, I usually dedicate it to someone who is in the military and that pushes me harder. 

My final quirk, is music. When I'm lifting, I can't stand listening to my iPod just because the cord gets in the way, but when I do cardio, I will sing along to all of the songs...sometimes out loud.

Whatever your workout quirk is, don't worry about it, just keep lifting!

Tough Mudder #2

So we get up to EAA in Oshkosk and it starts sprinkling a little, I check my phone and see a very colorful storm coming so we park and it's thundering and lightning for a while. Obviously my mom and I decided to stay in the car and wait it out cause it was moving pretty fast. Once the lightning went away and it was just sprinkling we go out and on the way to the registration, we see a big puddle. Knowing that we are going to be soaking wet during the course, we jump in it. The little kid (maybe 5 years old) behind us decided to follow our lead and jumped in the puddle too which I found funny but at least the parents were cool about it...I mean you don't go to Tough Mudder (even just as a spectator) and expect to leave all clean and dry, that just doesn't happen.

After registration we go over to the starting line where we first have to climb a wall that was 7 to 10 feet tall (depending on where in the wall you are standing) to get to the starting line. That's right, there's an obstacle before the event even begins! But no biggie, at the other side of the wall we hear an awesome pep talk and someone sings the national anthem. Only problem with that was, it was still raining. Half way through the national anthem, the power goes out and all of the mudders pick up right where it left off. Which was unbelievable and so powerful. A cannon is fired and then we were off. 

Under the trees we went until we came to the "Kiss of Mud" where we crawled on our stomachs through mud under barbed wire. We get to the other end, stand up, and I notice that my arms are already scraped up pretty badly. Well, I'm already hurt, might as well get something out of it, so we keep going. 

The next fun obstacle that we came to (minded I'm not going to explain every obstacle, you'll have to do it if you want to know what they all are like) was the "Electric Eel". This is where we are crawling once again on our stomachs through water while live wires are hanging down on top of you. I'll repeat: LIVE WIRES! They don't hurt much, just a gentle reminder that you are alive, unless if you were me. I was going along in my lane getting the occasional zap until the guy next to me decided he wanted to be in my lane too. Well isn't that nice of him. While he was moving over (uninvited mind you) I was constantly being zapped on my ass! This quickly motivated me to encourage him to keep moving. But I got out just fine. 

The next obstacle I'll tell you about was called "Hold Your Wood." An easy task really. You simply pick up a piece of wood and carry it in a circle. No problem. Only thing, the wood wasn't little sticks. They were chunks of wood. The smallest was even too big to put in a city fire pit. Well, I hoisted one up on my shoulder and was off. Don't forget, the whole path is covered in shoe sucking mud from the rain making it extra tricky to maneuver. I get to the end, toss my wood and found out that the medical person there had to send 3 people home within the last 30 minutes because of pinched fingers and wood dropping on toes and feet. Thankfully I was unaware of this information before I did this obstacle.

I was really looking forward to "Firewalker" again because last year there were two long zig zagging rows (at least 15 meters long if not longer) of wood and straw and hay that were on fire that smoked like crazy. Well, it was nothing like that this year. Instead there were two lines of wood that were on fire that we had to hop over (one could easily walk over it) and then there was this pool (as close to a pool as you could get when it comes to Tough Mudder) where we jumped in and swam to the other side and used a cargo net to climb up. As I was almost up the cargo net, a hand appears in front of me, I grab it and a guy nearly lifts me right out of the water. That is what Tough Mudder is all about. Not the obstacles, not the distance, but the camaraderie.

I was also looking forward to the next obstacle as I loved it last year, the "Arctic Enema." This one is pretty straight forward. You climb up a small ramp, jump into water, go under a board so your head is completely submerged and then climb another small ramp to get out. Easy peasy. Oh wait, forgot one little thing. The water is freezing! They dump ice in the water and add some liquid so the water will remain really freaking cold! Oh well, it was a nice short break from the heat.

Skipping ahead, we come to the "Cage Crawl." I found this rather relaxing. One simply goes in the water floating on your back and use a cage that is inches from your face to move along. The water isn't deep and with your ears submerged in the water, it was rather pleasant. Well, unless if you were the dude in front of me. I guess I was a bit faster at cage crawling than he was and ended up in his lap basically. Never know, he might have found that relaxing too!

After the "Funky Monkey" which is basically a monkey bar on steroids, we come to the pull up challenge. If all of the mudders between the two days reached a total of (I believe) 3,000 pull ups, then they would donate and extra amount to some charity (which unfortunately I can't remember but I wanna say to Wounded Warrior which is what Tough Mudder supports). I get to the bar and give it a shot. Remember, this is after 11 miles and over 20 obstacles by this time. I grab on and unfortunately I can't even do one at this point. I hope they reached the goal even though I wasn't able to help.

The last obstacle is called "ElectroShock Therapy" where like the "Electric Eel" before, live wires are hanging down. Only difference is that you have to run (or walk) through them and over stacks of hay to get to the other side. I don't know why the chicken crossed the road, but I can tell you that ever mudder crosses the "ElectroShock Therapy" to get their hard earned headband and that cup of cold beer!

It was a fun 11.87 miles and the scrapes, cuts and bruises are slowly healing. My mom and I already have our third and forth Tough Mudders planned out and I can hardly wait!

Simply Delicious Bread

So I'm kind of obsessed with bread. I love it.

I made my first loaf of bread with my Oma, while my Opa, the son of a baker, was working outside in the yard and in his garden. By the time the bread was finally in the oven, my Oma and I were covered in flour and smiles all around. I think this is part of the reason I love bread so much, because no matter what kind of bread I am making, I always think back to my Oma's kitchen, working around the island with her, playing cards and working on her puzzle while it rose and baked.

Today it's a bit chillier than the past few days so I decided to make some bread. Upon looking in the freezer for yeast, I discovered that I had none. No yeast. What was I going to do?! Well I turned to my Pinterest board full of bread recipes (http://pinterest.com/bauerno2/bread-recipes/) and found a Yeastless Chile Cheese Bread (http://www.azestybite.com/hatch-chile-cheese-bread/). The picture looked good so I decided why not give it a try. Only problem was that I didn't have all of the ingredients, so I adapted.
Here's what I did:

Ingredients:
3 cups flour
1 Tbsp baking powder
heaping 1/2 tsp chili powder
1 tsp salt
1/4 cup sugar
1 1/3 cup buttermilk (which you can make using milk and lemon juice)
Whatever shredded cheese you have laying around the house. (The original recipe called for 1/2 cup colby jack shredded cheese, but I had cheddar)
Green chile peppers chopped (I used about 2 ounces from a can that I drained and rinsed)
2 Tbsp butter, melted

Directions:
Preheat oven to 375F.
Combine flour, baking powder, chili powder and salt. add the sugar and slowly stir in the butter milk. Add the cheese and green chile peppers. Spray a bread loaf pan with cooking spray and pour in the dough. Top with melted butter.
Cook for 45 minutes to an hour (if the pan is about a foot long, bake for 45 minutes, if it's shorter than that, bake for 50 minutes). The bread crust should be golden brown in color.

For lunch once the bread was out of the oven and cooling, my sister and I made soft boiled eggs and mashed up an avocado with some salt and pepper. We spread the avocado on the bread (which is hard to cut when warm but the smell was driving us nuts so we couldn't wait) and put the egg on top. It was delicious.
"Best bread I've ever had!" said my sister, Christina.

Enjoy!