In just over a month my little one will turn two. While there is a small part of me that feels like the time has flown by, another, much larger part of me still feels the weight of all the days that have passed, all the days that I barely made it through and allRead more
It’s a weird world out there these days… last week when I saved Francesca (my rye sourdough starter) from the depths of my fridge to revive her, everything still felt relatively normal. This week there is a very different charge in the air. Everyone feels wary of each other, the lone neighbour we might seeRead more
It has been a least a year of testing and re-testing spelt sourdough breads, reading and following instructions in different bread books, I even took a friggin’ course on it and still I had yet to produce one loaf that was anything similar to my no knead bread with commercial yeast. That is until twoRead more
This is my Opa. For as long as I can remember slices of his Sourdough Rye Bread would be front and centre in the breakfast table feast when we came to visit. Surrounding it I would always find wedges of sharp cheese, thin slices of cured meats, a soft boiled egg or two, homemade jamsRead more