Although I am back to work, things are a little less busy as all the boys are on holiday this week. Let me clarify that. They’re at home. Last time the wee boy and I discussed the Easter holidays he asked where we were going and was deeply disappointed that we weren’t all going away for the duration.
Anyway, I have also recently picked up a bag of the fabulous Orion bread flour from Bradshaws, and as I haven’t dabbled in bread flavours for a while, I decided to make a loaf of sundried tomatoes, picante peppers and fresh oregano. I know, sounds delicious.
All was going very well, and although the dough was a little ‘wet’, it got itself together well, and shaped beautifully.
Meanwhile, we recently had some dead and diseased trees cut down in our back garden thanks to my lovely in-laws. Once again, let me clarify, they didn’t cut the trees down but paid for it as our birthday and Christmas present. However, as the weather has been constantly dark and damp we haven’t been able to burn the bits of tree we don’t need for other things. Not until this week.
In fact, it was turning out to be a very productive day all round. Bread, tree burning…
Women are renown for being able to multi task, it has even been scientifically proven that our brains are wired differently and can therefore, much more competently juggle more things at once, than men. I’m not sure whether this research was done by men though, which may point a suspicious finger at the whole scenario. After all, if you become competent at something, you are often the ‘go-to’ person for that thing. But I digress.
So, I placed the dough on a baking tray under a tea towel and put it in the grill part of the cooker with the oven on underneath it, to prove.
I then went outside to join himself in the big burn. We have one of those fabulous holy metal bins. And by that I don’t mean it’s religious. It is one of those old fashioned style dustbins that some design genius realised would be perfect for burning outdoor stuff, as the air drafts through and makes the wood, especially, burn extremely quickly.
There is something deeply satisfying about burning stuff. All kinds of stuff. I remember one Easter weekend I had hired a skip to clear the house and garden of un-necessaries. As it was a bank holiday, one of my cousins popped over for the weekend and we ended up having a cheekie glass of wine outside and lit a fire in order to take the evening chill off.
As darkness descended we took out a couple of blankets and nipped down for a rummage in the skip to see if there was anything we could keep the fire going with.
By the end of the evening the skip was almost empty.
I love fire.
I am married to a man who also has a penchant for fire. Together we lost ourselves in the sacramental art of fire. And then it dawned on me that the bread was still snuggled in the grill section. It had exploded and flattened, but, not to be disheartened I popped it in the oven with a mental note to self that I should come back and check it within the next twenty minutes or so. An hour or so and a plethora of sticks burnt later, I remembered.
Although not what I expected, it hadn’t burnt to a cinder. Turns out it’s pretty tasty dipped in olive oil.
Hilariously, it seems that fire isn’t my only non negotiable distraction. I have just done exactly the same thing again today. Different circumstances, same scenario. Almost.
I think I will revisit that multi tasking theory, and delve a little deeper…