I wonder if any of the people involved realized it would still be going two generations later?
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Bread: on Monday, Greenstein's 100% Wholewheat Loaf, made up of ordinary strong wholemeal/wholemeal spelt/einkorn flours. Tasty but a bit crumbly for some reason.
Saturday breakfast rolls: the adaptable soft roll recipe, 4:1 strong white/buckwheat flour, dried blueberries, maple sugar.
Today's lunch: quails, which I cooked yesterday as they were well pushing their use-by date, according to a recipe from Clarissa Dickson Wright. The Game Cookbook, only that used fruit chutney, which I did not have, so used damson jelly instead, roasted in foil at Mark 3 for 30 minutes: not bad. Served with sticky rice in coconut milk with lime leaves, buttered spinach, and asparagus healthy-grilled in olive oil and splashed with aged organic balsamic vinegar.
Have started the overnight rising version of the bread recipe in Laurie Colwin's Home Cooking, which I haven't made for ages.
weather, fashion and culinary notes
Again, the rain radar app was our friend. We didn't get wet, and though the site was at least as muddy as WOMAD, the liberal application of bales of straw to the mud worked wonders.
There was no Halloumi anywhere on site. I have no idea what that is about. Also no creperie, which was a disappointment to those of us in the party with a sweet tooth; we consoled ourselves with chocolates. The bar had a stunning range of beers and ciders, including the ever-popular Rum Cider.
No glitter beards and no men were spotted wearing what I now know are 'disco leggings', though the leggings themselves were for sale. Also for sale was a marvellous selection of hats, of which I bought one, and so did D, in his case because it will suit his Boomtown persona.
Having bought a job lot of a hundred mini glowstix, the party were festooned in glowing tat as soon as the sun went down, making it much easier to find each other in the dark.
- just on reading the the cover of the Guardian Saturday Review, which promised its readers a letter from Karl Ove Knausgaard to his unborn baby.
And when Tonstant Weader had finished fwowing up, she wondered how much nappy-changing KOK (fnarr, fnaar: am 13 at the back of the class) signs up for, rather than providing Deep Existential Insights?
Will concede that I am somewhat cynical about the entire genre of 'Bloke becomes father and has EPIPHANY' - in particular we may note that KOK already has two children. Also KOK has admitted that 'he has achieved huge success by sacrificing his relationships with friends and members of his family'.
And in other bloke news, maybe it's just me, but why is Rosa Bonheur 'less well-known' than other French C19th horse painters whose names ring no bell with me, Vernet and Fromentin? If someone has a massive great canvas in the NY Metropolitan Museum... I think this is a deplorable case of the reviewer not having heard of her.
And also in Dept of Unexamined Assumptions, What Internet Searches Reveal: as I am sure I have heretofore remarked, what interests people in porn, what their sexual fantasies are, doesn't necessarily map to what they like to do. So not entirely sure that Big Data on the topic is quite as revelatory as claimed here.