Not much to see here

Not a lot going on this weekend. A tray of mince pies just emerged from the oven, ready for our Open Studio afternoon, but I failed to make my marmalade this morning due to an insufficiency of available sugar. I did manage to get my Spelt Starter going, though. He’s sitting here on my desk, keeping warm in the heat from the computers. He has been christened – Bill. Ob: the Wheat starter will be Ben. Fenella hasn’t produced Ben yet, but I don’t blame her, the weather has been foul and I did tell her not to go out of her way.

There are onions left after making my chutney and I am minded to whisk up a French Onion Soup this coming week. Now, the couching cloths should be here any day. This means a trial run on Baguettes will be in order. Let us hope that the week shapes up properly. I fear that I shall have to take a day out to go to Kirkwall again on Wednesday, I need bits for Mr L’s birthday meal, which we shall have on Saturday, I think. Just some olives to nibble with sherry pre-dinner, a couple of fillet steaks of Orkney Beef, a dessert, and some cheese.

Some kind of dinner roll will be baked and served, of course, and also oatcakes for the cheese. Additionally, I may have a go at the Spelt Digestives from the River Cottage Bread handbook. Tiramisu had been planned for pud but since I spotted some Limoncello in the ‘fridge, I have been considering ringing the changes on that one. I may extemporise.

Something intriguingly local may make an appearance next week. It is not yeast-leavened but I think will be interesting enough to feature in a post of its own. Whatever could I be talking about? Wait and see.

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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 21, 2020 at 11:21AM

We just met our first Spanish self service fuel, there has always been an attendant whenever we have fueled up on previous visits. The machine took the card, asked which pump (!?), what fuel, and how much. It chucked the ticket out, said something in Spanish, and then failed to provide any diesel. We are… Continue reading October 21, 2020 at 11:21AM

October 21, 2020 at 10:55AM

Time to go. Pastures new tonight, another revisit tomorrow. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

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