After some convincing from my Mum, I decided to do a savoury bake this week, much to the disappointment of my sweet tooth. However, what could potentially add even more to this disappointment is the fact they they are currently still in the oven, and the decision to make my own rough puff pastry could lead to a waste of a post, and a lot of time and effort in the bin.
Unfortunately since I am, yet again, in a bit of a rush this week, I can’t say that this post demonstrates some of my finest efforts. But, at the end of the day, can you really complain to a sun dried tomato, feta and herb loaf? (My answer is certainly not!).
Although I usually class myself as semi-decent at baking, in this post I am instead making some claims towards telepathy and the power of reading minds. If you’re anything like me, you will probably look at this post and one ‘word’ will come to mind: ‘eh?’. However it is with reluctance that I admit that this is a pretty good representation of not only this bake, but my entire week. My brain does seem to have been in a semi-fried state for the last couple of days at least, but this is not stopping me from bombarding you with another post where I think it’s a good idea to bake bread in a cake tin.