Could it be that the part of the kitchen where the breadmaking is occurring is too cold ?
Chicken is being simmered here, forran ‘cure all’ Chicken Soup
I think that we could all do with some
It was a ‘spike’ in blood test results which got my thyroid problem diagnosed last July, Fishy & the more recent ‘spikes’ in the Inflammation Markers which have lead to the recent Rheumatism/Arthritis diagnosis. We have been trying to find the inflammation problem for 2 years, but the Bugga only decided to show itself in the blood last October .
I know that you know how elegant I am , (!), but I have been given compression gloves to sleep in
My Dears, they are the most revolting shade of beige ever seen, & the NHS calls them ‘Flesh-tone’
The bread is being “raised” in the top oven at 50°, while the oven below heats up, Carinthia, so it ought to be warm enough. It rises like one o’clock first time, and then sulks.
However, this time it has got itself over the level of the top of the tin, which is a considerably improvement on last time, when it had done that and then sank again whilst it cooked.
I should hope that you are getting black gloves; beige is an Abomination.
And I suspect that nice Mr Ahmed, who gave me his phone number so that I could ring him two days after I had the bluds done on my own recognizance and advert him to have a look for the results, is probably Pondering about what may be going on, because he seems to be the sort of bloke who gets interested in things and wants to find out what is happening.
Is it possibly rising too quickly in too warm a place? If I was knocked back after a speedy effort, I’m sure that I too might sulk, & not bother again , but then I’m old fashioned
The second loaf of the day is about twice the height of the previous ones, so I shall count that a success; but I am waiting until tomorrow to eat any, though you may of course have the crust, hot from the oven and buttered…
Well, good. Being enigmatic and mysterious is all very well, I imagine, but only insofar as one is in charge of the puzzle. I am very glad that you have a detective on your case, Fishers.
Snow here. Looks like there may be quite a lot of it.
It was forecast for this evening (naturally, since I had to drive to Dublin) so the chooks had to be kept in. Tried to explain the necessity to Bella, but she really does not appreciate confinement…
Poor wee cribbed cabined & confined Bella. Were you to let her out you wouldn’t half find her, though. Snow-white beasts show dirty/nicotine-stained cream against yer actua…argh!
Thattiff all ffffhee knowffff ptuii, god I hates elastic,
< signed, the polar bear currently eating Gus >
PS: have you tacitly admitted to being to some degree a magpie? Only if you have, I have a cat that would be very interested in a one-to-one defeatheringbriefing wiv you…
