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You see that space up there? That space where the featured image is supposed to go? That space should have been filled with bread. I had intended an image of a table full of baked goods: Baguettes, soft rolls, crusty cobs, seeded buns, milk roll, muffins…

That’s what yesterday was pencilled in for – a mass bread-baking session. I began on Friday night by setting a double batch of the overnight rolls away. Thank goodness I did, or we might have had no bread whatsoever to fall back upon. A non-baking member of the family elected to cook Saturday dinner early in order to be “out of my baking way”. He began our curry straight after his shower and before our breakfast, thereby making it impossible for me to get my dough on to rise. By the time he had finished faffing about and then we had breakfasted, I was well short on time and also the heart had gone out of it. I managed to bake my overnight rolls and add to that a kilo of seeded dough which turned into 6 overly large and very worthy-looking bread rolls plus a very sad cob that sagged due to over-proving.

There simply was nothing to photograph.

I’m supplementing the bake with a batch of baguettes, currently shaped and proving. Perhaps I’ll get another bread on tomorrow. I have masses of yeast to use up.

The not-Christmas cake is now iced but I have yet to manufacture a batch of truffles and other choccie-coated goodness. I can’t spin – my room has been taken over as a computer-building space, so I might as well melt chocolate once I have finished my coffee. At least I shall be able to keep an eye on my baguettes while I work.

Roast gammon has been cancelled today in favour of fresh baguettes and cheese. Well, you would, wouldn’t you?

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Bare Naked

Bare Naked

We are home again, after a month-long trip away. A trip during which I completely failed to get my laptop out. It was good to come home. We were driving along, close to Le Dorat at the time, when I felt that “aren’t we fortunate to live in such a lovely part of France” feeling washing over me. I had a sudden urge to invite all my friends to come and stay and to shareContinue readingBare Naked

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 22, 2020 at 01:21PM

Ah, the windy highway. The last time we came down here our awning blew open… Thankfully it’s not even close to being that windy today. Phew. Not so good now that the tolls have been removed and there are HGVs to contend with. A bit macho, your Spanish lorry driver.. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

October 22, 2020 at 12:22PM

Rather a different day today but still warm, with 24 degrees expected by the time that we reach Ribamar. Those Happy Hour beers will be tempting. Shopped this morning before leaving, to find the Christmas Turron had arrived overnight. I confess; we spent an inordinate amount on Turron and chocolate. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

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