A treat to eat

There are times when living in cabins is a joy. 

At other times, less so. Such at at 1.15 this morning when I woke up and said “Bollocks!” having realised that I’d failed to put the two sourdoughs into the fridge for their overnight prove. 

At 5:30pm I had left them on the kitchen bench for what was intended to be a quick extra room-temperature prove before going into the cool. Then I forgot about them.

Were I living in a house I could have puddled along from bedroom to kitchen barely waking up. As it was I needed to find my dressing gown, shoes and a torch. And of course Bean was fascinated by such late night perambulations, so had to come too in case she missed anything (an extra surprise meal, a walk?).

I carefully shone my way across the lawn, avoiding balls and rope toys, and up the path and then negotiated the night-curtain on the inside of the truck door. Thoroughly awake.

The bowls of sourdough successfully moved, I then reversed the journey, waited for Bean to have a pee, sang her a wee sleeping song and got back into my still warm bed. I slept like a baby.

The dough would probably have been okay had I left it, but once I knew it wasn’t in the fridge I also knew I wouldn’t sleep. 

As it was it rose beautifully and baked well. 

I am especially pleased with my first fruit and nut loaf. It is moist and tastes fabulous. Thanks Jensphotos: my inspiration and recipe-supplier.

That was lunch sorted. Two slices of fresh plain sourdough with feta on top. Two slices of fresh fruit and nut sourdough with naked butter. 

Perfection.