This Monday didn’t start off too badly.
I had a good night’s sleep last night, after a few nights of being awake a lot. On Saturday night I was cold most of the night – I was curled into a ball all night. Why not add a blanket?, I hear you ask. I actually thought about that, but I kept thinking ‘I’ll warm up now’ – it just never happened. Also, the blanket I needed was still in its summer hiding place, which meant I had to get up, walk through the house and go and fetch it there, which was also never going to happen.
But last night I made sure I had the blanket thrown over the bed before bedtime, and I slept snuggly.
This morning started with 2 enquiries for accommodation at the guesthouse, one for tonight, and one for a weekend at the beginning of August. They both accepted the quotes, now I’m waiting for payment, which may or may not happen, but I’m pretty positive.
Best of all, I started making bread last night. I made the dough and left it to slowly rise through the night. This morning I popped it into the oven, and olé! – fresh bread for breakfast! Isn’t that just the best way to start your day?
The first slice always with butter only, while it’s still hot. The second slice with something added to the butter – this morning it was some of that mature, white cheddar lying next to it, and a cup of tea. Sometimes it’s with apricot jam, or golden syrup, or Bovril (similar to Marmite or Vegemite, only supposed to have beef in it). My absolute favourite way to eat warm, fresh bread though, is simply smeared with butter. Heaven!
I went without bread for about four months a few years ago. I climbed on the ‘no gluten’ bandwagon to see what difference it will make to me, my health, and how I feel generally. It made not one iota of difference at all. So, I’m done with that! I even have a little sign in my kitchen above the bread bin that says (roughly translated from the original Afrikaans):
BREAD... Bread is the warmest, most kind hearted of all words Always write it with a capital, just like your name.
Maybe I should have called this post ‘an ode to bread’, but yes, I love bread, there’s no getting away from it!
Any other bread lovers out there?