Sunday, and A Fic Rec

[nightdog_barks]

It's not 100 yet, but today is forecast to be the 37th straight day of 100+ temperatures. There is finally hope on the horizon -- the high-pressure system that's been sitting on top of the region for so long is expected to start drifting west late next week. A light breeze has begun blowing the last couple of days, clearing out some of the still, stale air. Also, in the Auguries Department, this morning I saw a pair of hawks wheeling in the sky, and when Mr. N cracked an egg for French toast, it was double-yolked.

Mr. N wants to make bread today, so have taken the yeast, sunflower seeds, and some bulgur out of the refrigerator to warm up. Still need to find the 10-grain mix. Or we could just use the bulgur.

Picked up The Hobbit last night, intending to read only the first chapter. Stayed for three.

The fic rec is not for a new story. It's from 2007, and it's one of those five-things fics. I re-read it late last night and was so glad I did. Full disclosure that the author is one of my own writing partners.

The Past is Another Country, by pwcorgigirl.

Comments

[hannah]

I've gotten a few double-yolked eggs before. They're always remarkable finds.

When I get my own place, I need to start baking again. What ended up going in your bread this time?

[nightdog_barks]

Double-yolked eggs are just enough out of the ordinary to be almost eerie, and yet lovely at the same time. :-)

This time we added sunflower seeds, bulgur, and Bob's Red Mill 5-grain mix (which is oats, wheat, ground flax seed, triticale, rye, and barley). So that's actually 6 ingredients, but apparently they're not counting the flax seed as grain, which makes sense. We used a mix of whole wheat and unbleached all-purpose flour, and Fain's cane syrup for a bit of sweetener. The loaves look and smell wonderful.

[blackmare]

Your description is enough to make me want to bake bread myself. Only trouble being I am by myself and I'd never finish it before it went bad.

I've now let the dogs out for their pre-bedtime potty break and I need to give Biscuit her Vicodin (actually Tramadol) for her bad leg. Having some of that Spanish Grenache and pondering whether to head for the basement for a while to watch a bit of mindless TV.