Greetings all and may I say a huge thank you as always to the erudite triumvirate of Anna, Shilpa and Jo for reading my latest blog post and commenting upon it. I appreciate you all taking the time to read my wandering perambulations.
No doubt some of you are thinking has our author embarked upon a course of cannibalism upon seeing the peculiar title of today. Bear with me and I shall elucidate in the next paragraph or two. You see, today I embarked upon a quest to bake my own bread for I am on a mission to reduce the carbohydrate intake and to purchase such finery will entail expensive buys upon the sea of e-commerce sites as opposed to a couple of quid for a loaf at the local merchant of bread.
Ergo, I acquired the said reagents to concoct this magnificent feast and set forth to combine flour of almond, the husk of psyllium, eggs thrice from feathered beasts, water drawn forth from a bubbling kettle, powder from the realm of the baker and salt gathered from a capacious ocean. Like an expectant sorcerer I adhered to the spell of creation for this masterpiece and soon a curious moist mound of curious matter did adorn on wooden platter. I alighted upon the suggestion of a baguette and two peculiar long lozenges soon stared back and awaited their fate in the roaring kiln.
With some alacrity and much excitement I sent the ingredients into the inferno to be consumed by the fiery passion within. I entertained myself with a slew of distractions until the appointed time was upon me. I hastened to the cauldron and peeled open to see this wondrous creation of bakery and before me stared back what can only be described as two abominations that had a disturbing similarity to femurs. Mayhaps, I ought to have stored them and perhaps I could have crafted a body, head, limbs to go with it and create my own Pilsbury Golem but instead I deposited my doughy offspring upon the board. They sounded hollow as the directions indicated and waited until the appointed time before I carved open these gifts from the sods.
I sallied forth with a breadknife and eviscerated these odd offerings and tasted this eerie delight. There was still some element of sogginess which suggested perhaps an extra few minutes in the flames next time but the flavour was rather pleasant. I declared it worthy of a lick of butter and sliced cheddar and though not the bountiful banquet I'd envisaged it was quite edible and it will be a pleasure to consume in the next couple of days.
Ah, what next I wonder. The next project may well be a foray into focaccia which looks rather wholesome in the salubrious picture. No doubt I shall probably reveal something akin to a butchered liver steak which has been out in the sun too long at Tunbridge Wells. As long as the taste is of a goodly nature I will quite happily forego the aesthetics.
Well, I trust the account above is of some entertainment as I sought to bring some animation to a rather mundane task. I will soon embark on tonight's little writers' group so I thought I'd best try to spark my muse. Until the next time. Adieu
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