Today I kneaded and slapped my dough (Robert Bertinet style). My downstairs neighbour must think I'm into S&M.
Today I made some soup and bread and watched telly.
Today was a beautiful sunny day. I meant to do some work at the allotment, but ended up making bread all day instead.
Today I made a bread with Godel, my pet wild yeast ferment.
Today I cleared the fridge for my pet yeast to take over.
Today I didn't go out to meet up with friends because I couldn't unlock my bike. I kinda regretted not walking.
Today I whisked a cake for Garrett's leaving do.
Today I started a bread experiment.
Today I watched telly, and didn't bake. Really. Though I did make and froze some dough.
Today I spent all day cooking. Knackered!
Today bread was on my mind all day.
Today I dabbled in the dark arts of wild yeast conjuring. Saccharomyces exiguus, Lactobacillus! (Sounds like something Harry Porter would say.)
Today I baked a loaf of bread at midnight. I think I have a serious baking addiction.
Today the rain gave me a headache. Literally.
Today I made my beloved cinnamon rolls (to be dreamed of tonight, and baked tomorrow).
Today I made a bread dough to be baked next morning and dreamt of it all night.
Today I went to watch Never Let Me Go with Peter, and then sadly let him go back to Plymouth.
Today I seasoned my new cast iron pan. It's serious business.
Today Peter came from Plymouth to spend the weekend with me. Yay!
Today I spent all evening looking at recipes again. What's wrong with me??