Thursday, August 12, 2010
It never occured to me to make my own bread. It never occured to me that with a bit of flour, salt, water and yeast I could make bread that tasted so much better than shop-bought.
A month or so ago, I just got a hankering to bake bread. Out of the blue. So, I found a recipe, pulled out our beautiful red Kitchenaid and got busy.
I haven't looked back since.
I now make a couple of loaves a week- one usually on a Friday night and one mid-week, and we've been pigging out on the stuff.
This is what it looks like going into the oven:
This is what it looks like straight out of the oven. It fills the house with the most amazing smell.
It is one of the more satisfying tasks I've ever encountered. We keep it in a big red tupperware container that keeps it fresh and moist for days.
Time to make a fresh loaf, come to think of it.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
I saw this photo yesterday, posted on a blog. It was taken in depression-era America, when very few photos were being taken in colour.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Dan and I went to Karragarra last night to clean the house and change the laundry between weekend guests.
It meant a drive through heavy traffic to get to the ferry. REALLY heavy traffic. Oh-so-achingly-slow traffic, all the way down the Pacific Motorway.
Then the ferry, then the walk up to the house. We cleaned, we laundered, we crashed out in bed.
This morning, we both had to rise early to get the ferry back in time for work. As I walked, shivering, to the jetty in the morning light, I caught the end of this beautiful sunrise.