...aka the world's best fruit toast. I have decided it's time to blog some bread, because I've been baking a lot of it recently... like, every second day. Obsessed doesn't even begin to describe it. There are *sooo* many different ways of approaching making a loaf of sourdough bread, but one thing that seems to be common across the board is it ain't ready in a couple of hours. It takes a . . .
I feel as though my life lately has been controlled by the schedule of baking bread. Folding and resting and folding and resting, proving, baking, toasting, eating, turning the stale bits into croutons, each time learning something new about the whole process. I've been budding bits of my sourdough starter and forcing it onto my friends so that we can talk about bread. I've forsaken all other . . .
It's been two weeks since my last blog post, and I'm bringing you soup. Brisbane has entered its proper winter phase. Things that signal winter has arrived: - people start wearing maroon-coloured jerseys around town, meaning State of Origin is upon us - the open air ice-skating rink appears in King George Square - the golden orb spiders have all but disappeared from sight / been eaten by . . .