So, there we were, in Darlo, baking bread daily and me with a bun in the oven. The bread strike over, I kept on baking, and baking, and baking… The bread was great, and great bread deserves great butter — lashings of Lurpak. It began to tell on our waistlines and we made a difficult …
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How we got to this point (part 1)
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse— and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— And Wilderness is Paradise enow. Omar Khayyam was not wrong, the best pleasures are the simple ones. My favourite simple pleasures, like his, include a loaf of good bread. However, …