I am away from home this week at my Dad’s and it has been quite rainy here in South Street. Dad and I have been feasting on charcuterie from Trealy Farm which I brought with me and goat cheeses from Somerset. We have had smoked salmon carbonara macaroni based on a Carl Legge recipe and beetroot soup and far too much cake. We have been spoiling ourselves.
I made an attempt at some sourdough loaves. I brought my starter with me, and bannetons and a razor blade. But I only had a small oven tray and the two loaves got cosy while they were baking. Oops!
Rainy and damp but still beautiful. Life goes on.
scattering damp cake crumbs
spillled over stone flags
soft rain moistens mouse whiskers
his tail blinks over bright green moss
PS. Those loaves? They came out like this