|a rose rescued from the garden|
Our kitchen was a hive of industry this morning. Whilst I made a spicy tagine for supper Paul was busy making bread for lunch. When the country first went into lockdown everyone was buying flour and suddenly the supermarket shelves were bare. The only thing left on the shelf was a bag of spelt, a type of flour we were not very familiar with, but we bought it anyway. Spelt is a cereal grain but is different to wheat. The wholegrain flour is apparently easier to digest than wheat and is rich in vitamins and minerals.
Today Paul used a mix of 80% spelt and 20% ordinary bread flour to make the loaf. It made a denser loaf than normal but I really enjoyed the texture and nutty flavour. We ate it with cheese, tomatoes from the greenhouse and some mixed beans with pesto. I think I probably ate far too much.
Rick has been helping in the garden. Although he is a Pyrenean Mountain Dog, a herder, he has one of the characteristics of a Pointer, a term used to describe a gun dog that points at the game it is hunting. A couple of days ago he adopted his classic stance of freezing, with one paw raised, and his head pointing straight ahead, looking at something at the bottom of the garden hedge. On closer inspection we realised he had found a tiny harvest mouse, curled up in a ball. Rick made no attempt to touch the mouse but was clearly very pleased with his discovery. Paul managed to tempt Rick away from the terrified little creature with his favourite tennis ball.