It’s been a calm and quiet day today. I’ve been catching up on work for some of my Ad-Extra clients, crossed off a few ‘to action’ items, and relished a bit of baking. It’s terrifically therapeutic I’m finding. I cooked a ginger cake from my New Zealand Edmonds baking book, and a loaf of bread from a rare as hens teeth white bread mix I found in Morrisons last week. The store cupboard was just about emptied of flour at the end of that …
The duck eggs I bought at the Farm Shop the other day have the largest yellowest yolks I’ve ever seen.
Kim took some time out from her seemingly endless workload this afternoon, to cycle to Nantwich. I didn’t think to get a photo sadly. I was amazed when she returned with two packs of white strong flour! Last week all they had were 9kg humongous bags in Morrison’s flour section. I suspect they’ve realised no one can carry such heavy bags. Someone thought outside of the box (or bag!) and decided to divide these up. Awesome! I’d prefer wholemeal flour but beggars (and plebs!) can’t be choosers at the moment. I’m really pleased I’ll be able to continue my bread making efforts. I’m finding it surprisingly satisfying kneading by hand. Although I have an electric bread making machine, it sucks up too much power so I rarely use that.
I’m also continuing my Fender Play ukulele lessons. I can’t say I’m improving much, to be honest. However, I’m remaining ever hopeful my sore finger pads will harden up and perseverance will pay in the near future.
Barry meanwhile, has put my mosaic (that I made myself on a narrowboat workshop in 2016, with the word ‘freedom’ in its heart) and paua shell (a gift from Puawai Aroha Maternity Unit in 2009) back up on the shower-room wall. A job very well done thank you husband 😉
I’m thankful once again no symptoms were reported via the COVID-19 Symptom Tracker App 🙂