Still not feeling totally well but at least I have enough energy not to drag whining through my chores. It rained overnight, the overcast caused global warming, which resulted in Al Gore becoming more rich and me not bothering even to light the fire in the cabin – it’s scraping the bottom of 60o in here.
So I went right to work baking bread.
…which warms up the cabin nicely, since it wasn’t too cold to start with.
Clouds are clearing now, so I guess that’s all the rain for a while. Just enough to make a little mud. Figures.
Your bread looks good! I’m thinking thick buttered toast with strawberry preserves, but I suppose that the Lair lacks a toaster.
Has a great griddle, though.
You’re killing me — recipe please