Monday has become our favourite day for lunch because our once a week shopping regime means it’s the only day we get crispy crunchy bread. And I love crispy crunchy fresh bread.
What makes it harder to bear is that we’re entering into fresh salad vegetable season and the two together are close to my ideal meal.
So, with a little gentle persuasion, we’ve dug our Panasonic bread making machine out of the cupboard, recharged our stock of raw materials, and the house is filling gently with the wonderful smell of fresh bread. There’s nothing more homey than the smell of baking and of hot black coffee and this evening we got the lot.
Yummity. Scrummity.
And, on much the same subject, I was given to a little schadenfreude at lunch time when the heavens opened and smashed us all with a truly grand hail storm.
“Well, that’s gratifying,” I said.
“How’s that, then?”
“If I’d given in to neighbourly persuasion I’d have planted out my veggie seedlings by now, and this lot would have hammered them into the ground.”
“Ah. When we go out to buy your seedlings we’d better get some fleece, then. Protect them from hail storms as well as greedy birdlings.”
“Good thinking, little nibble person.”
“You’ve got salad cream all down your front.”
“Can’t win ‘em all.”
