Baa baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Here it is the middle of September, when the evening light is golden and the nights are getting cool. You know that wonderful feeling you get from getting out a favourite sweater, all soft and warm and fluffy?
That’s what I thought this month’s bread should be like.
Ha. It turned out to be more like reaching up to the top shelf into the closet and pulling down that heavy, scratchy, oily wool sweater – the one with the unfortunate random holes on the back, sides and sleeves – the one that you wish had been completely consumed by the moths’ children. (How could moth larvae even want to eat such a harsh substance?! Is it because their mothers telling them they need the roughage?) (continue reading )