Farmers' Market

Yes, the first Sunday of the month, so time for the Farmers' Market in our little corner of central Hampshire.
This time it was the home baked bread in a variety of shapes and flavours which caught my eye. And that of a good many other Sunday morning shoppers as well.
To my mind there's nothing quite like the aroma of freshly baked bread, even when I attempt it at home in the bread maker. That takes all the hard work and guess work out of baking, but even then I've ended up with the occasional disaster - a loaf which would find better service as a doorstop.
Don't get me wrong. I have had some excellent results from the machine.but I think my daughter Michelle has the best answer by allowing the machine to do the mixing of the dough, but then transferring the risen dough to the normal oven for baking and finishing off!
But back to the market. Just the sight of freshly baked bread was sufficient to set the tastebuds quivering. Add in the aroma from a few feet around the stall - well I'm easily persuaded!
After all, a fresh baguette with my usual bag of winkles from the nearby fish stall. Wow. I'm in a personal heaven this evening. Add in a bottle of 1664 and this is how Sunday evenings should be!