
Sometimes you have time to bake bread, sometimes you don’t. But you always have time to take a Black Russian Rye you made at home, and top it with some peppered smoked salmon, a little red onion, and a flavorful parsley-dill sauce. I adapted the sauce from this recipe by Sunny Anderson – it’s fantastic. Light, flavorful, and the lemon provides a bright counterpoint that cuts through the richness of the salmon and the intense flavor of the bread. I’m sending this post over to Susan for her weekly YeastSpotting event.
Where have I been? In keeping with the ongoing breakdown of all our major appliances, our washing machine broke. I’ve been doing the laundry down by the creek, beating our loin cloths on a rock. But my new one has arrived! Hooray for modern conveniences!
Parsley-Dill Sauce
- 1 small bunch fresh dill leaves
- 1 bunch parsley leaves
- 1 lemon, zested and juiced
- 1/2 cup low fat sour cream
- 1/3 cup mayonnaise
Directions
In a food processor, whir together the herbs, lemon juice, lemon zest, sour cream, mayonnaise, and salt and pepper, to taste. Keeps for about 5 days in a tightly covered container in the refrigerator.













Unlike a lot of recipes in the book, there was no biga, or soaker. I used buttermilk, and the dough came together quickly and easily. I loved shaping these little muffins, and they rose incredibly fast in my hot kitchen. As you can see from the photos, I cooked the first three a little too long on the griddle – the color I was shooting for was a deep golden brown, not black!


back and set a spell. This week,
I tweaked the recipe in two ways; one was successful and the other was not. First, I added walnuts to the brownie layer, a must at my house. I know there are nut haters out there, but they do not reside at Chez Chow. That adaptation was a success. Next, I used semisweet chocolate instead of bittersweet for the brownies, and that did NOT work – just too sweet with the cheesecake layer, even though I cut back on the sugar to account for the adaptation. And I didn’t much care for the sour cream topping.




Luckily, I had been feeding my sourdough starter, Son of Boris, so he was ready for action. Boris Senior died earlier this year, when I discovered that he was consorting with something pink in his sourdough container. So down the drain he went. Both of them were derived from a 






