Why is a wake called a wake – all tip toeing about in case they WAKE the dead.
The full moon is high in the morning sky. And being Saturday I gave myself a little more shut eye.
I am going to quickly go and shape the bread and set the loaves (are they loaves before they are baked or just balls of dough) into the baskets for the second rise then I will be back. The second rise is the important one. Bread cannot be hurried.
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Working at the Mill in the mornings is like a wee holiday. I have clipboards – I make my plan for the day and then I do it. I stack all the filled bags of freshly stone-ground flour in my Pantry. I make up boxes and fill them with bags of delicious ingredients then post them to people who care about good food. I work on making sure more people know about our locally grown grain turned into freshly milled flours. Then someone pays me money. Read More
An Easterly wind blew hard all night long. This meant I closed the chickens big door and also Molly’s big Easterly facing door. Temperature and wind are my greatest allies and enemies. Sometimes all at the same time. But wind is the worst. Little animals can take some pretty awful temperatures but it is the wind that does the harm. In my opinion. Read More