House Husband

Since I am now a kept man (for the time being), I have become a house husband. That means I sit around all day watching telly or surfing the net, and then rush around just before Davina gets home tidying up and putting the meal on.

However one of things I love about Cornwall is Saffron Bread. So I thought I would have a go at making one. Last week I rushed over to Tesco (about 3 minutes slow walk) and bought all the ingredients. Then went to the kitchen shop and bought a loaf tin. I had found what looked to be a good recipe on the net. So the next day I had a go. I made the dough and kneaded it properly, put it in the tin and left it to rise in the boiler cupboard. The dough rose and rose, I realised my loaf tin was too small. Anyway, I put it in the oven and let it cook, it smelled good. So when I thought it was probably cooked I took it out of the oven and turned it  out. I tapped it on the bottom, as instructed, but it didn't sound 'hollow', so I put it back in for a few more minutes. Being clever when I took it out the second time, I decided I would lift it out of the tin. Mistake. I ripped the top of my loaf, which was still not fully cooked. But it didn't taste or look too bad. So I took what was left of it with me when I visited friends on Saturday. My friend Malcolm and I polished it off and enjoyed it.

So this week I thought I would make another one, so I went and bought a bigger loaf tin. This time it was a success.

Here it is:

Is there no end to this man's talents, I can hear you asking.