Potato Rosemary Bread

     Almost all bread delights your sense of smell when it is baking.  I say almost all because Subway's breads not so much, they make a good sandwich though.  I can still remember when Bunny Bread opened in New Orleans east.  The wonderful aroma from the bakery wafted through the air for miles, and if Luzianne was roasting coffee at the same time it was olfactory heaven.
     Sunday's bread was Rosemary Potato Bread.   When fresh rosemary and roasted garlic are added to bread it makes you want to speed up time so it will be done so you can eat it (nothing like a good run-on sentence).  You keep checking the timer to see when the bread will be done.  You try leaving the kitchen, but the fragrance keeps calling you back.  It smelled so good, it made me write about myself in the second person.  Good Lord, it smelled fantastic, and better than the aroma was the flavor.  The recipe made two boules.  One for us and one for our neighbors across the street (a really sweet couple who have been married over 60 years).  This was my first time shaping a boule, and I think I need to make it a little tighter next time to get a better height.
     When it came time to take the photo I wanted to do it quick so we could eat the bread.  I looked around to see what I had to take the photo with, aha I spotted the tea set my brother brought back for our mother from Hong Kong.  The tea set is blue and white rice porcelain with red designs, a dragon motif, and gold trim.  To see the real beauty of it, it needs to be held up to the light .   The light shines through where the "rice" is cut out.  It's funny, but my mother never used it.  She displayed it in her china cabinet, but never used it.  Come to think of it, I've never really used it either, but this Thanksgiving it will be used.  My mother always felt it was too pretty to use; I'm thinking it's too pretty not to use.