Leroy is well

Hello,

Leroy was up in the middle of the night. At least I knew that he was up around three and he had turned on a light in the living room so it was not just a short stint. Every day he had been getting better. Now I dreaded having morning come. However it was not as I had expected. He had gone back to bed at some time. But he declared, “I am much better. I just felt like it was time to get up and get going.”

It could have been those extended day time naps that meant he now did not need so much sleep. He has seemed almost normal today, although he is taking an afternoon nap now, but that is not so unusual.

I had gotten some re-gifted flour from our landlady. It is from an heirloom wheat variety. The bread is no knead, but Robin declared, “I will never make it.”

It was a bit of time involved. First I mixed it last evening. After which it needed to rise for 12 or more hours. Then, on a well floured surface, it must be folded over twice, covered loosely with plastic and rest for 15 minutes. A tea towel must be prepared with cornmeal or flour. The somewhat sticky dough was to be carefully shaped in a ball, placed seam side down on the towel, and covered with cornmeal and another towel. At this point it would rest or raise for two hours. One half hour before the end of that time the cooking container and lid must be put in the oven at 450 degrees. Only then could dough be put carefully in the pan, seam side up and baked with the lid on for 30 minutes. At that time the lid would come off and it was to be baked for 15-30 min. more.

I got it done and invited them up for bread and tea. Robin brought up her electric knife because it could cut warm bread. It was great. There is one more batch to make, but that will wait for another day. As with many types of bread it was not so much work as so much time to be aware of the process. Could that be compared to a relationship?

Paula