It's been a tricksy couple of weeks. However H is now happily settled in Cornwall having navigated Fresher's Week with barely a worry. Last night she was availing herself of the free pizza and ice cream at some event or other so she's already turning into a cliché.
I am finding being home alone quite strange. All my life I've had someone to look after - husband, children, mother etc. so now I feel like I'm bouncing around in the house without a proper purpose. I do at least have the dog and cats to put some order into the day and they all get a bit annoyed if they aren't fed/watered/walked on time.
So today I think I will do some therapeutic baking. Not baking for money or even to test out something which might make me money. Proper therapeutic baking. And that means bread.
If I had a sourdough starter I'd be away for slates but I haven't so good old reliable store cupboard yeast it is. I could do some soda bread but that's so quick to do it wouldn't count as therapeutic. I want to spend time pootling around, letting things get there in their own sweet time. This recipe from Dan Lepard looks perfect and the chocolate pecan twists will be making an appearance too I think.
And while the brioche is doing it's thing overnight I will make some of these and the spicy beef to eat in front of Dr Who.
There. That's Saturday sorted.
*dusts hands*
Photos to follow...
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