Was it really on 23 January that I temporarily abandoned these attempts to expand on the Things I’ve Done? Wonder how long I’ll last this time? Longer if I don’t try to be fancy about illustrations.
This language thing is a farce. When I drove down here, more than eight years ago, I listened t...
For three days now thunder has rumbled around Rome, always on the horizon, promising much, delivering nothing. Until now. I was hoping for the best, and hoping too that the old umbrella voodoo 1 would not be effective. And I was right. We were down on the flatlands, the dog and I, when big fat dro...
I cycled down to the Castel Sant’Angelo this evening because I’d seen a poster in the local bar advertising fireworks at 9:00 pm. Today being the Feast of SS Peter and Paul and a holiday here in Rome, that seemed entirely likely. In the event, an hour later, no fireworks had happened. I’ll have to c...
This whole "sticky dough" episode of late has been nagging at me. Then I remembered, I had this problem once before. But did I write about it? I did!1 That time, I didn’t think much more about it than plastic bag=condensation, because there were all sorts of other things going on with the dough....
It felt very strange putting the bread in the fridge to rise, but I had to get to the bottom of this new stickiness. The next morning it had indeed risen, quite a bit, but there was something odd and unexpected. A little rim of water around the edge of the dough. Ahah! Condensation!
I normally c...