Today was a first. I almost set the kitchen alight with a stove top coffee maker. In my haste to try out a new recipe in the bread machine, I didn’t pay attention to what I was doing for my “elevenses”. I put the coffee on the stove, did some correspondence on email, then wondered why I could smell burning. I’d omitted the water. I threw the coffee grounds on the deck, but they were burning like charcoal and I could have set the deck boards on fire. Thankfully there was a watering can handy.
The house smells like old ashtrays and no amount of smelly candles seems to cover the odour.
For the record, the name of the bread I made was Barm Bread (Irish).
Make that Barmy Bread.
Sigh – it’s middle age.
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