Well, today is Holy Saturday and I have been baking all day. Well, almost all day. I did manage to get an EAT in before I started. For those of you wondering what in the world and EAT is, well I'll tell you. Many of my dear friends have gotten real into Crossfit. Then suddenly they started posting about their WOD's on Facebook and I was immediately worried. What was a WOD? It sounds so gross. They informed me that it was a Workout of the Day. "WHEW!" I was relieved. However, when I started doing beginner Crossfit to increase my energy and strength, I could not bring myself to call it a WOD. So, as my best friend and I lay on our mats, dying from all the circuits of pushups and dead lifts, our minds on food, I said, "How about EAT? "Exercise Activity of Today." She thought it was genius and so do I. So, back to my story, I have been baking since my morning EAT and Greek Easter Bread is on tomorrow's menu. So between cranking out two loaves of scratch made lemon pound cake and orange, apricot muffins I have been giving it a go. It totally stressed me out. First, your milk has to be exactly 110 degrees to activate the yeast properly. So I hovered anxiously over the stove with my thermometer. I followed each step, terror at the thought of it not rising properly filling me. My relief was great when it rose the first time around. So I punched it down, braided it and made one long loaf and one round loaf. And then the real terror began. It was not rising again. I was freaking out, already planning an emergency trip to Panera, a trip of shame really. But then, lo and behold, it began to rise. "HALLELUJAH!" It's in the oven right now and it smells amazing. Hopefully it tastes that way too. Recipe is below. Thank you Martha Stewart! I left out the whole red eggs thing.
http://www.eatyourbooks.com/library/recipes/1041106/greek-easter-bread-tsoureki
In honor of Resurrection Lord's Day and the grace of my Savior:
Jesus Saves
Chaos rages through man’s heart
defying You how great Thou Art
searches to erase Your face
You creator of all space
Folly of man and wicked hearts
us from You it did part
Yet not alone You leave us here
on Your majestic blue green sphere
You Yourself Your Son came down
to win His bride by a thorny crown
to give His love and redeem the lost
even though He knew it’s cost
In our broken state You bled
on Golgotha Your blood was shed
from hell and tomb You rose again
and death no longer rears it’s head
King of Heaven You I praise
The answer profound and simple
Jesus Saves
You are my King, Savior, and God
In my heart Your Spirit plods
Hold my faith till my last breath
when I enter Your sweet rest
and one day rise whole and new
to forever feast and give praise to You
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