A freshly baked loaf of bread and a stack of books. Happiness!
I baked a couple of loaves yesterday, along with chocolate cake (a Victorian recipe, of course), some simple biscuits ready for a little project which I have in mind and homemade pizzas for the grandchildren's tea.
I am not a domestic goddess, but I do like to make the most of a baking session.
The books are those which are next to my favourite armchair and I dip into them constantly throughout the day.
If I were to photograph the stack tomorrow, it would probably be very different. I like to free-range through my collection.
The book at the bottom is one I have had for a year, or so. I read it, enjoyed the beautiful photographs, felt inspired and then did nothing about it. This week I bought myself some paste for painting on cakes. I feel like having a little fun, I'll be starting small. Hence the biscuits!
There is a very slim volume next and that is a book which was published by the communities of Little Bunting, Dovecote Dell, and Butterbump Splash, to celebrate the millenium. It is packed full of local history. I love dipping in and out of it.
Then comes Farmhouse Cookery, a 1p (+2.80 p&p) purchase. It is an excellent book, more than just a recipe book.
The next little book is A Guide to the Anglican Churches in Lindsey. I love exploring some of the old church buildings and graveyards and I thoroughly enjoy reading about their history and points of interest in this very worn and much used booklet. It was printed way back when keyholders were happy to have their names, addresses, and telephone numbers published.
The one above is simply my notebook and the rest are an assortment of old printed recipe books and a couple of my treasure handwritten ones.
The grey volume sandwiched between them is a reprint of an old book. One of the Persephone volumes. Their books have soft grey covers and hidden within are beautiful endpapers and a matching bookmark. The contents are rather good, too.
I love fresh crusty bread and I love books; it would be difficult to give up either.
If push came to shove I would give up the crusty bread...no contest.