This morning I had my first attempt at making spelt bread. In case you don't know about spelt - it is (in the farmer's opinion) an inferior kind of wheat - it tends to grow on hillsides in poorer countries and is a poor cropper by today's standards.
But it has a delicious taste and is become more popular. So much so that our local supermarket has started stocking bags of spelt flour.
My first attempt was only fairly successful. We are going to eat it at teatime and I am sure it will taste good but I know that I left it to rise for too long, so thatit hung over the edges of the loaf tins. However, it has left a lovely smell of baked bread throughout the house, which is a better smell than we have had around for much of the week!
This afternoon we had our Poetry afternoon and I was host this week. Seven of us met and read our favourite poetry. It is one of my favourite days in the month as we all get to hear poetry we don't know and are introduced to fresh poets. Today's highlight had to be S reading The Lion and Albert by Marriott Edgar. The poem is printed in a book called "Shout, Whisper and Sing" and the instruction at the top of this poem says "This must be read with a pseudo Northern accent". Well we have S in our group and she comes from Lancashire and her accent is perfect. Oh how we all enjoyed her reading and there was no pseudo about it.
Now they have all gone, the cups are in the dish washer and it is time to get the tea for the farmer, but it has been an enjoyable day thanks to good friends who are such good company.