Baking...but not me!
Whilst I have been painting the spare room in two shades of dusky pink, removing masking tape, painting the ceiling, and rehanging the curtains... my Daddy has been baking bread.
He used to bake bread when we lived in the Falklands, and then last birthday or Christmas, Nick and I gave him "Dough" by Richard Bertinet.
He then retired in March/April, and bought himself the follow up "Crust".
And now he just fills my mum's freezer with endless varieties of bread, baguettes, those made with specialist flours etc.
Here are a few of his products from May - the darker loaves are made with Chestnut flour, and the others have a combo of Rye and Maize, he tells me.
The picture he sent me was a lot clearer but I couldn't figure out how to save it properly - so apologies for the quality.
I was tempted to bake this weekend, just for something to do while the paint dried, but taking heed, I didn't.
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