And so that was Christmas. The Misses Epictetus bought me a breadmaker. Had I been asked which kitchen device I wanted I would have gone for a deep fat fryer. Fortunately perhaps, my daughters have more concern for the health of their aged parent than he does himself.
I had no bread flour or yeast to hand so I had to have a go with stuff from the cupboard. I made a sort of sweet, oaty brioche which was very pleasant with hummus for lunch. Tomorrow we start in earnest.