A Friday that is Good

It rained gloriously  most of the morning.  We had the windows open to let in the lovely sound and the green smells. Soon after lunch, P proclaimed it too cold to have the windows open.   Now, my six year old is lying on a sheepskin rug on a wooden chest in the sun.  The luxury of fitting on such a space!

We made the afore-mentioned fruit buns.  We draped a towel over the microwave handle and down over two chairs in front of the oven (which was baking banana & raspberry loaf) to make a warm wig-wam in which the dough could prove.  The dough had (as flavouring) sultanas, a little cinnamon (P is not a fan), some grated nutmeg and a tiny grating of lemon & orange zests.

The final result is surprisingly zesty.  The buns are not especially sweet and are of a good texture. But they are not a flavour that I associate with shop-bought hot crossies.

Sometimes expectation is narrowing.  For example, I love the voice of Freddy Mercury.  Recently P came across a spoof of Bohemian Rhapsody in which the words are about COVID19.  While I find the cover amusing and clever, the voice of the singer grates on me because it has a gravelly quality which is in strong contrast with Mercury’s clear tones. But, on the other hand,  I love the Postmodern Jukebox version of Gangsta’s Paradise because it doesn’t even try to sound like Coolio’s version, even although it’s the same lyrics.

For me, the buns are more in the Freddy Mercury category.  But we have 18 to get through and I’m hoping I will adjust my expectations along the way.

Anyway, for our homely Easter, at the request of the kids, P cooked crepes for breakfast.  After a short period of us all doing our own thing,  the kids played living-room ball games with P while I started the bread-maker on the bun dough.  While that machine was busy, the kids and I made banana and raspberry loaf.  By the time that went in the oven, the dough was ready to be divided up and left to sit under the warming towel.  P turned the division of the dough into a kind of mathematical exercise for our daughter and then the kids got to play in the flour on the table.  As expected, flour made its way onto their clothes and onto the floor.  This set our two children onto a conscientious cleaning spree and we had brooms, sponges, dust pans and towels all in busy action.  This was followed by a lunch of hotdogs and a siesta period.

Really, a good Friday, it has to be said.  We are having a German dinner (inspired by P’s work colleague and a wonderful smell of frying bacon when P stepped outside this morning) of mashed potato, sauerkraut and bacon.  I am not a pickle person so it will be an interesting experiment. 🙂


2 thoughts on “A Friday that is Good

  1. I couldn’t get any yeast to make buns this year. I had some but it is past its use-by date so I doubted that it would make the dough rise. I’ll have to make some belated ones if I can get some in my next lot of shopping. I do find that the ones I make are a different texture and taste to the shop ones. The shop ones seem more bread-like and I like them for toasting but the homemade ones are nice with butter or whatever you like on them warmed up just a little bit. Mine are usually a bit on the small side anyway.
    I had pasta for lunch and fish and chips for dinner. No meat, I don’t know why I still do that. I’m not religious. I’m not even Catholic but old habits die hard. I grew up with fish and chips on Fridays and that’s what I still do.

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  2. Sorry to hear you couldn’t get any yeast. That’s frustrating. Baking is a nice activity when cooped up at home. Kids like it too.

    My father sings a song about the days of the week including “Friday’s fi-ish. Is everybody happy? You bet your life we are.” But we never observed it and I don’t know if his mother did. She was vegetarian for as long as I can remember. We have reduced our meat intake for the planet but it’s not defined by days. The smell of bacon this morning was incredibly enticing. I think we used about 4 rashers tonight. 😊


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