I’m turning into something of a Paul Hollywood at home. You know, the chap who bakes bread on the telly.
Now shouldn’t I be something of an expert, having worked in the bakery of a supermarket when I was 18?
Well, no. In supermarket bakeries, you just add packets of mix then cut up the dough, you never actually learn how to make ‘proper’ bread.
This must be why my first effort is now a doorstop in the conservatory.
My second effort over-proved and looked like a wonky mushroom, but my third attempt was perfect.
It tasted supreme, especially still warm with some butter on.
Now for a malt loaf and soda bread. There is no stopping me!