As usual, Friday was in the kitchen. It was supposed to have been a lighter day. It was, as far as cooking was concerned. It didn't stop the interruptions and I ended up in my usual time crunch. I guess it's that what happens when you think you can take it easy. That said, I did help a somewhat technically phobic friend sort his online visa application: from my weekend office.
Friday's often about baking. This week was no different and included heating up a frozen sourdough bread from a couple of weeks ago, for lunch. If you look closely, you might just see steam.
Then this week's sourdough buns - the best I've made in a while - and butternut for the popular Moroccan roasted butternut soup.
It plays well with the fresh cottage cheese which has been hanging for a couple of weeks and is lovely an "blocky".
This was last night's sunset. I'm treasuring this view from our gate. While I can. Building has started in that space, and besides the noise associated with a new build (the third year in a row that we're having to endure that), I'm already grieving for the space and that view. Even if we can see the mountains, it'll never be the same. It's the price of progress. Call me an old f*rt, but I don't like it. Be warned: I'm not going to hide my irritation with this and will be venting my spleen from time to time...
After our mandatory Friday pub stop, it was back home. Let me explain first: the pub stop is less about the booze as it is about forcing me to be done in the kitchen by a particular time, and escaping the cabin before the fever gets too much. Supper's always easy prepared mostly prepared in advance so that when we get home, the lamb pies went in the oven with some pre-roasted butternut that needed to be heated up. A good end to the week and ahead of Saturday's market.
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
Post script
If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things:
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@hive.blog and Canva.