Good things come in threes: Golden, crispy, moist delights

Yesterday I mentioned I would be getting up to some baking adventures. Surprisingly true to my word (usually laziness and the cold deterrence gets in the way), I did just that. I not only replicated the fan forced success of last week, I did three better. I baked four loaves of apple walnut and sultana bread-cake concoction (the forth, another mini loaf, was devoured before these pictures were taken).

As of this morning, all but a couple of slices of the medium sized creation were gone.

In a house of 8, it would be prudent to start hiding food.