Two year bread

On new years eve we decided to stay in, or rather we decided not to go out and find some fireworks to watch from a distance; staying in is the cosy norm.

At 10.30pm I decided to make some bread. Yes, what an exciting life we lead. Ah but not just any bread; bread that would travel from one year to the next. No knead bread that rises over 18 hours. Have you ever tried it? Slopped the ingredients around in a bowl and left them in a warmish place away from inquisitive kittehs.

On new years day we drove into Cornwall to Looe. (about an hour and a half away) And so, apparently, did everyone else. It was as crowded as a summers day but not quite as warm.

Fortunately Unfortunately, as we got to the beach the people were starting to leave with the sun.

About 5pm and it was time to hit the road before the frost did.

Almost home and we had to stop and take some photos of the orange moon.

It really was this colour.

While we defrosted back at home, I let the bread have it's second proving and then baked it whilst...

Puurrrr! I needs some fussin, not that silly laptop.

Hmmmm... I say wasn't that the oven timer?

No? Oh well, now that you're distracted... just around the neck please...

A little later...
It smelled lovely.
It looked good.

Cor. I think this might be the best bread I have ever baked.

And I gave up any pretence (in my head) that this bread was a deep symbolic connection between the year gone and the one to come and simply enjoyed saying, "Would you like some bread? I made it last year but it tastes fine"

And it does. Taste fine. Indeed.