I am a bit boggled at the thought of Polish yeast French flour from a German shop using an English millar being made into a French style loaf using a French baking mould by an Irish woman
I will concede the potential need on occasion for fried or poached eggs; but that is nothing but Deliberate Nastiness, and distressing to Guses of a nervous disposition.
That Poodle izzazz fine azz any other, I’ll have you know, Hedgers.
[buzzity look]
One of the reet grand things about having her stay with us is that her primary doters are so very appreciative of our culinary efforts and general hospitality. Also, we four bipeds proudly took her for walks and people gasped and swooned at her beauty and grace. Such is our besottedness, mayhap.
I have greatly enjoyed the music and can only marvel at the flautism.
Dog log: we have been out, and got back with ten minutes of twilight left. Today I couldn’t find the ball-flinger, so we played the stick game and the other stick game (much easier to get the Hound to drop her stick if you’re throwing another one).
Well…
That Poodle tends to make scorch marks on the lawn with her pee. I know! It can be difficult to mark the spot accurately, before employing the garden hose. We had, yesterday and only some ovvus, discussed utilising golfing tees for the pees. This morning, Mr Bee had the fortunate experience of seeing an earthworm hurriedly wriggling out of its pied-a-terre clearly discomforted by pee. Both the worm and pee-hole were thoroughly rinsed.
And, on that uplifting note, yer bee izz off to bed.
I know ittiz a sodding thing, Twellers. And no doubt fine and grand for them as likes it.
They, the actual yolk and yellowness and runniness, revolt me. If someone without warning me beforehand were to burst into one of those pasta egg parcels, I would more than likely vomit. Ideally not over the table but no guarantees.
The Late loved fried eggs, and I would cook them for him, and I would poach them too, for on top of smoked haddock for Saturday breakfast from time to time. But watch them being ate? Not a fecking chance. Pass the wastebin, someone.
Oh, and I have spewed at the sight of unleashed eggyolk on TGBM, just this past week.
But the chickens are doing a sterling job. Feathery pride in yer output, sweethearts
So file the hat under ‘Emergency Halo’, Dahlink.
Too much welly with the aspergillium. Or a generous spirit, or something. So long as no one made sizzling noises…
Oh, it would be a lovely case, though. Carinthia vs the Church, re millinery
Fantastic looking loaves Twellsy I bought some Harvest Crunch from Aldi after you recommended it and it made lovely bread but sadly I haven’t seen it for a while, I’ll have to buy it in bulk next time I see it there. Your baking is always inspirational