Yesterday was a chilly, wet, and miserable day.
The canny cats decided to stay indoors and toast themselves in Cosy Corner, enjoying the heat from the Rayburn.
I decided to bake. Bread.
One thing lead to another and I ended up with these.
The small ones are roughly the size of those miniature Hovis loaves which I remember from my childhood. My grandchildren love the novelty of having a whole loaf to themselves every bit as much as my brothers and I used to.
Bread rolls for my grandchildren, a loaf for Miles and Poppy, and a loaf for us. Happiness all round.
I used one of my favourite recipes by Dan Lepard, his Sour Cream Sandwich Loaf recipe. I didn't have sour cream in the house, but hey, so what! I improvised and used some Greek yogurt instead - we always have a supply of that - and it worked just as well as ever.
The bread is light and fluffy and a pleasure to eat either buttered, or in a sandwich. It also makes the best toast ever.
One day I plan to explore some of the many bread recipes in my old books, I'll need to do some arithmetic and scale down the quantities. They often call for "a peck of flower" and I believe that a peck is something like 2 imperial gallons in volume... I'll leave that all for another day!
I also found time to use some more apples.
This time I used a Tamasin Day Lewis recipe, taken from her book, "Kitchen Bible".
It was a sublime apple pie, despite the rubbish photograph; the recipe has made it into my book of favourites.
Sprinkled among the apples was a mixture of molasses sugar, orange and lemon zest plus juice, nutmeg, cloves and cinnamon, with tiny dabs of butter. Heaven in a pie, far too nice, far too moreish.
I also made a Lemon Drizzle Cake for Poppy's birthday cake.
Next year I hope to be writing about how we make Moon Cakes for the Chinese Festival which I told you about on my other blog.
Enjoy your weekend!