Because too much of our past is slipping by unrecorded and uncared- about.Tweets don’t last! But I have found a most entertaining record from England’s Tudor times. Seems there were other dangers, besides the risk of the executioner’s axe or incarceration in The Bloody Tower.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-13762313
I’ll certainly take extra care next time I go prancing around a maypole. Or play Christenmas games!
Sporran hi-jacked my laptop yesterday, claiming unfair monopoly, and wrote a post on the cats’ blog. I wish she’d take over all my secretarial duties!
And several people have asked for my no-knead bread recipe. Well, I use the method of Carol Bates, with a bit of Dinah-tweaking. And I don’t want Carol sending the Copyright Police after me so I’ll just give you a link to her site. If you thought baking a simple loaf was just too laborious I urge you to try this.
I was introduced to Carol’s method ‘way back in the early 1980s. My then neighbour had bought a bread-making kit and the method was so easy-peasy and the recipes so delicious I bought my own book from Carol.
And it’s nigh on impossible to “go wrong” with this bread. I recall a day when my neighbour had put her bowl of dough on the roof of her laundry, several steps lower than the kitchen and in a beautifully sunny spot. Then she nipped out to the shops, forgetting about the dough. Dear God! That bowl of flour, yeast and water turned into a heaving, oozing mass, escaping its bowl and threatening a rooftop takeover!
Invasion of Dough-Heads?
But H. , on returning from her shopping foray, simply scraped it back into the bowl and put it in a cool place til it recovered. The resultant loaf was fine.
We did have some yeasty adventures. The ginger beer story can wait for another day.
I actually sat down at my other keyboard on Saturday! I am unlikely to be offered a Carnegie Hall gig, but I managed to find all of the notes in a short practice piece. Some of them in the right order! Of course, I have had some training from the most excellent Mr. S. Fry. 😉
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love the image of escaping dough
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It was really quite creepy; very Steven King-ish!
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… waiting with bated breath for ginger beer story …
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Coming up soon…
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Hehe, I too like the escaping dough. Did you see it? 🙂
The smell of bread baking brings back childhood memories, when basic food items were scarce in Guyana [thanks to bad politician], and my mother used to get flour from here, there…she baked bread and we gobbled it up with butter [garnered from here, there].
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GG, I think there are quite a few who have memories like this. I used to think the occasional soda loaf was a wonderful treat – my mother said it was because we lived far from a big town and were poor! 🙂
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And now I live too far away from a big town, but we are in France and everyone gets their daily bread 😉 I want the inside on the ginger beer story! And I shall be mindful not to put my dough out on the roof… Goodness knows what I’d scrape back into the tin with the dough!!!
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Ange, I think whatever greeblies H. scraped up were well=cooked in the hot oven!
And ginger beer recipe coming up next.
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I too am a yeast enthusiast, and have had one of those scraping the beast off the floor adventures – what fun!
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lulu…your culinary escapades sound much more exciting than mine. Although the toffee apples and doughnuts for the school fair still give me nightmares… 😉
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