Thursday 18 April 2013

raising the bread


The delight of soda bread, for those that make it, is how mindlessly easy and quick it is to knock up.

This morning I lay in bed, feverishly debating whether I had enough time to have a swim before work.  I then debated many other things, equally feverishly, until I was out of time.  Just before jumping in the shower though, despite the late hour, I knocked up a loaf of bread and put it in the oven.  Not really a time-saving feature of any morning, but it just goes to show that someone with 5 things on their mind (and an abysmal multi-tasker, at that) can still squeeze in a morning loaf.

Naturally the reason for this speed is the lack of yeast-faff: the ingredients are merely flour, bicarb, salt + buttermilk.  And the method: twirl it around a bit, drop on a tray, cut a cross-shape and bake.  It really is that easy and unskilled: no waiting, no kneading.  I have lost my trusty old recipe so used a James Martin one – chosen for being half-and-half wholemeal / white.  A skirt round the Internet bedazzled me with the many recipes and I’m going to try a few in turn until I land a new favourite. 

Rachel Allen admonishes that you shouldn’t knead soda bread, as this renders it ‘heavy’, and who is going to argue with her?  But I must admit to enjoying a bit of kneading, however early it is: when I have exhausted my inevitable forthcoming pash for making soda loaves, I think I’ll go back to the lovely cold, slow-rise yeasted bread I used to make as a student.  Made up the night before, it just needs an early-morning fist-fight (knead) before baking.  Yes, that is next on the cards.  But for now I am in the thrall of the soda.

And the delight of soda bread for those that EAT it, is… well.  Try it and see.


Wednesday 17 April 2013

spring has sprung

And this is my heavenly Sunday: a walk to Blackheath, mackerel lunch in the sun, then lounging with a book + espresso. Against advice I didn't don my regular, fastidious factor 50 sun cream ... and of course ended the day with a blush-pink neck!



Lunch was a beautiful wedge of sesame seed bloomer (from Costcutter, of all places) with smoked mackerel flaked over. Alongside was my surprise buy at the farmer's market: a veritable BUSH of celery. I had no idea what to do with it all, but after a couple of these lunches and a sturdy beef stew, I have done it justice and run it into extinction.





Roll on the next sunny weekend!



Tuesday 9 April 2013

perfect eggs

After a weekend of feasting, and feeling the need for a light, nursery supper, I unintentionally made the most perfect eggs.

Just-done whites, soft-as-melting-butter yolks and a dash of coarse salt. On buttery wholemeal.

The ONLY way to recover from Andy's amazing feast on a Saturday, followed by KK's sublime Sunday roast lamb.