sourdough and tantrums

I got up this morning did the usual routine, went downstairs to let my beloved Cally Cat out and started to attempt to get the sourdough starter I have be nurturing over the last 3 weeks to finally do something other than to turn out like a stone.

I have carefully made the sponge and now the the dough is waiting for me to knock the living daylights out of it, As I'm doing this I start to think about the women all over the world who make this staple for the family and I feel rather good about what I'm doing. I leave the dough to prove while I head out to the wilds of Blaengarw for a joyous day of work ......I hit traffic so I have a think about this starvation diet and wonder how Beth is getting on with her rice and porridge menu. I get to work and instantly start itching to get my lovely milky coffee , to distract me from this urge I start my breakfast of fruit. This brings on the what is luxury food question. I decide that fruit is a luxury and feel a bit guilty, but convince myself its OK because it would be a far worse thing to let the fruit rot and be wasted, after all I bought the fruit last week so it wasn't an unnecessary purchase and is fine to eat.

Lunch time arrives, I could do the easy option and go to the cafe but opted for going to the co-op and buying a loaf and some baked beans, the tins a bit big for me so I see Betty with a cuppa soup and ask if she would like to share my lunch. I'm feeling quite charitable now !

I have a stressful afternoon, throw a tantrum and want cake so badly. Five minutes later I was told a large box had arrived for me, my reply is I only want it if its got cake in it ! On opening the box I discover equipment to make cakes , oh the irony and the cake craving passes.

I got home about 6.30pm and wrestled with the sourdough , and throw another silent tantrum when the rather odd looking bread comes out of the oven after tea and I secretly want chocolate cake again!

Cash knocked up today £2.95
1.45 - coffee
75p slice of cake x 2