Out walking this morning while the baguette dough was rising, sounds like a traditional English song, early one morning, just as the bread was riiising, where was I, and noticed that first reddish tinge of budding leaves on the treetops.
At home it's looking as if the honesty finally showed up and has self seeded outside the pot.
And the vinca that came from next door is flowering
I'd been walking while the baguette dough, this time with bread flour, was rising. Home again to knock it down and fold it a bit and form the baguettes, then leave them for another rise.
Hot from the oven smelling fine and a nice crumb. Lunch, forgot the picture, too hungry, was a chunk of hot baguette, split and stuffed with sharp cheddar which melted, and a green salad. Dessert yogurt and peach chunks.
The bread flour was excellent but I think next time I'll use a bit of whole wheat too, whole grain always good. I also think I'll double the recipe and freeze the extra.
I've been following a daily Lenten meditation series written by the nun who receives my knitting with flattering thanks.
The messages are quite revealing about herself, along with New testament references. It doesn't quite compare with the Mirror book of mystical thoughts, but it's a nice community of thought.
I don't think of prayer as words, and certainly not the endless nagging I detect when people are forever petitioning for something. I grew up more in a laborare est orare kind of mindset. Working is prayer. It's playing the hand you're dealt, not fussing for a better one with more high cards in it. And it's not about religion. For me.
Anyway that's me today. Happy day everyone, send good wishes and vibes to blogger e for a successful surgery and good recovery.
