To address the chronic shortage in the bread bin I assemble a soda bread. Vaguely following the River Cottage recipe: plain flour, half a cup of buckwheat, and the last bit of something malted and seedy. Buttermilk, or in my case milk with lemon, left to stand for a bit. Baking soda, salt. The scent of wet flour is deeply comforting. Mix, shape, slash deeply.

Then the oven, until the loaf opens, like a flower. The first chunk went down with butter, the next had a bit of cheese too. Later with soup, tomorrow toasted.
It is dark now. And still more snow.
5 comments:
Dis mooi. So jealous of your snow.
Jou brood lyk pragtig. En ek is so opgewonde jy post :-)
Ek kan nie besluit wat klink beter nie: sneeu of die geur van varsgebakte brood. Lucky jy.
Well, we've spent 4 days hovering around freezing, so some snow helps to lift the mood. Daar is nou al 'n paar wit kolle in die tuin, die Met Office belowe nog vannag.
This looks marvellous. My boyfriend was dropping hints the other day that I should make him some soda bread, so I'm glad that I now have a recipe.
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