One of the few things that I have lamented all these years of not having a Christmas Dinner, has been the absence of my Boxing Day treat – possibly one of my favourite meals of the year when I was younger. Now that I live in Scotland, Boxing Day is notable for its absence but …
Category archives: Dear Diary
Rising dough, Ebbing Tide
On Monday, while the sour dough was rising, we did this: We took the dogs over to Backaskaill, where we found the beach was covered in Kelp, uprooted from the offshore kelp forests by the recent storms. Usually Backaskaill is a wide expanse of clear sand. There was plenty of detritus for the dogs to …
Still here
The weather took such a toll of my mood yesterday that I got very little prep done. The pudding is made and just needs decorating – it’s a lemon flavoured take on Tiramisu and probably already exists under a known name but I have not heard of it, so this is my invention. We kept …
Battening down
Last night was fun. We jumped out of bed, wrapped up warm, and went Geminid spotting. The sky was littered with so many stars! It was a new moon, so the sky was dark and the Milky Way looked fantastic. The temperature was rising, the ice had all but disappeared, and there was scarce a …
Catch up
No baking to report today. Bill is fermenting nicely and is developing an attractive aroma, slightly tangy at this stage. Six couche cloths have arrived from Bakery Bits, only two are for me. Shopping yesterday failed to yield the desired trigger spray bottle I did get Bill a new home with a flat bottom I …
Of trees and cake and birthday things
Today is my boy’s birthday. When he was a lad yesterday would have been that day that we went to fetch the tree. After trimming the tree, we would have a birthday Carpet Picnic by its light. He liked boy-type food, unlike his sister – she would choose Baked Alaska instead of birthday cake, but …