Silent night holy night
Anne was practising the sax and this tune entered my head. She is getting ready for her first major performance at our Christmas party. The light is fading outside. I am sat in the kitchen listening to England v South Africa whilst waiting for the dough to rise in the bowl. Today I’m making a 65% wholemeal/35% seeded white with some pumpkin seeds added to the mix. Yesterday I either gave the initial rise too long or the one in the tin not enough. That ain’t going to happen today. The wholemeal flour did say best before end 2014 sometime but I think it will be fine. The heating could do with kicking in.
Feeling very cosy sat here in the kitchen. Very domesticated. Anne is pottering about doing different things. She thinks that because I sit at a laptop typing I’m not doing anything. Making bread gains approval. We are both off out to the Morning Star for a few sherbs early doors. It isn’t time yet. I want to get some dough risen and put into the tin before we go out.
It is still some time before Christmas but I am gradually getting my brain into gear. Thinking ahead. All the major decisions that require long term planning were taken ages ago. Tadcu flights and hotel etc. I’m not making a cake so nothing else really needs doing until much nearer the time. I do like baking Christmas cakes but hardly anyone eats it so it is a bit of a waste of time effort and money.
The kettle is on. The boiling noise sends a shiver of relaxation through my shoulders.
Featured image is my Black Yak hat. V warm and cosy.
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