I think you’ve got the message that things have been getting
me down.
It’s blue January.
It just never stops raining - all last night, all day today –
gulp?
And today I had to get up before dawn because I had to go to
the Doctor’s for a little procedure. That means leaving home before 8 am to
make sure I get through the rush hour, because of course, looking after my Mum
means I am now miles and miles away from my Doctor.
It wasn’t a problem, except recently I’d had a bad reaction
to my injections, so next week could well be interesting.
Then after a long hard day when I was tired out and for no obvious reason, I
decided to bake bread in the evening. I also had the bright idea to alter Delia
Smith’s recipe. What does she know anyway?
As I only had one proper bread tin, I decided to reduce the
amount of flour. What I forgot was that I should have also reduced the amount
of water. As a result I glued my hands to the breadboard, in some strange
homage to Spiderman.
Z
Dough!
Did I give up? No wayaay. Does a Spiderperson climb buildings? (only when s/he alters Delia's recipe)
So, for the special one who phoned me while I was all glued up and then when I was going to backslide challenged me to post a photo of the shameful
outcome, here it is;
If you look carefully at Delia's book, you can see the steam coming off the
freshly cut bread. Notice the slowly melting butter?
Mmmmm……mmmmmmh.
Now where did I put that lager?
Now where did I put that lager?
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
¬`
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