A baking action shot in the early morning light. There is almost nothing I love more than waking up early to a dark, silent house to bake bread. Just the oven, the bread and me. Bliss.
I have been experimenting with semi-sourdough baguettes. These tiny rolls were the result of me chopping up a spare baguette into small pieces. These were great for the kids but also for the adults, sliced thinly and served with antipasto. Bread is exciting, adaptable stuff isn’t it?
After finishing a recent bread project I was left with two
chunks of spare dough. I could have put them in the freezer for later use but instead I rolled them out, topped them with some of our olive oil, salt
and pepper and cooked them quickly in a hot oven.
They puffed up, and then collapsed in spectacular fashion. Cut into wedges and topped with a little more
olive oil, they disappeared quickly. I
suppose they were like a plain pizza.
This little plastic canister and pretty Pyrex bowl once
belonged to a legendary cook in the family and they make me smile.
Three little apples from
our trees. I have a Granny Smith and a Pink
Lady and both of these tough little trees are producing beautifully. I am still in awe of the magic that happens
when the kids pick an apple and eat it straight off the tree.
My friend Sarah grew these
magnificent onions. I am still trying to
decide on the best way to use them.
Are you playing with bread?
Do you have a favourite time of the day in your kitchen?
Linking up with Celia at Fig Jam and Lime Cordial.