Took the rest of this week off for mental health and a little R&R, and I had been saving the inaugural cup of these adorable little golden curls for a morning when I had a little extra time to enjoy them.
The rye bread scent was delicious from the moment the water first hit the cup. I pulled the steeping basket out of the mug, stepped away from the kitchen for a minute, and before I could get back, the scent had already captured my husband, he sneaked a couple of sips, and had already pronounced it delicious. That’s sayin’ something.
Crusty, wheaty, maybe a little bit of burnt caramel…it’s fine stuff.