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"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
A random derailment thought.
Interesting to think that if one had some brilliant "Real Bread" one might comment "This real bread is unreal".
Mightn't one?
I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
A random derailment thought.
Interesting to think that if one had some brilliant "Real Bread" one might comment "This real bread is unreal".
Mightn't one?
Wouldn't apply just to bread though.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
...the other delight of shopping in Devizes (following on from the cheese thing in "Roquefort") is that they sell Lardy Cakes in the Brittox. Not quite bread. I'll admit, but close.
... ah, a proustian moment there - my schooldays are suddenly all present to me once again
The same happens to me with iced fingers...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
The first loaf I have attempted to make for about 15 years is now cooling. A sneaky warm crust with some cold beurre d'Isigny was exceptionally promising! (much better than the grey brick from the late 90s! ) Lovely golden colour, and the place smells amazing.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
The first loaf I have attempted to make for about 15 years is now cooling. A sneaky warm crust with some cold beurre d'Isigny was exceptionally promising! (much better than the grey brick from the late 90s! ) Lovely golden colour, and the place smells amazing.
Done in the oven or one of those bread-maker gimcracks?
I shall miss the French bread upon returning to Blighty - it really is sensational.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
There's an amazing 'bio' bread shop near where Mrs. Thropplenoggin works: all kinds of fancy breads - multigrain, noix, raisin, pumpkin seeds and cranberries, orange zest and nuts...along with all the staples.
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