Yesterday was not the longest day; it just felt that way. Meetings all day (and half the night), the ostensible purpose of which was to “eliminate hunger and achieve food security for all”. Right.
The representative of a government much in the news lately (and no, he wasn’t wearing a green balacla...
... if you like your excitement slow and gradual. So slow and gradual, in fact, that it has taken a week to get round to recording it.
Back in April I recorded that the magic frangipani’s leaves had started to stir around 21 March. Boasting about this with Simon the Gardener, who has forgotten m...
Last week's very sticky dough prompted me to try something even worse this week. I made a 55% dough (not very wet, I know, but wetter than I started with last time) thinking that I could try the stretch and fold method of building structure. Disaster. Last night the mixture was bubbling away, look...
I am so firmly in the demographic for The Boat That Rocked that it would have had to be truly dreadful to be disappointing. You know: predictable plotline, one-dimensional characters; forced drama; loathsome villains. It had all those, and more, and was an utter delight, not least because of the...
A sourdough, which had been doing its thing all night, looked just fine this morning. So I went to punch it down, generally a satisfactional kind of thing to do. It grabbed my knuckles and refused to let go. And this was a 50% dough, which should be reasonably stiff. Something -- most likely the hea...
