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.
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.
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.