tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post2178514601627557139..comments2023-03-20T14:55:07.400+00:00Comments on Lynne Rees: Bagel or beigel? Our daily bread.Lynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-86372327430719843912014-04-17T08:57:09.176+01:002014-04-17T08:57:09.176+01:00I think so : ) I think so : ) Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-26911834164401472882014-04-16T21:49:14.705+01:002014-04-16T21:49:14.705+01:00Thanks Lynne. The older I get, the more painful my...Thanks Lynne. The older I get, the more painful my memories. But by contrast, the sweeter the current days. Fair trade-off?stephen fryerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436319241645524250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-82214489569457375902014-03-11T23:06:11.760+00:002014-03-11T23:06:11.760+00:00Hi Stephen - these flash stories of yours are quit...Hi Stephen - these flash stories of yours are quite masterful. All the ingredients of a short story but wonderfully contained. Thanks for sharing it here. Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-75837153481397390232014-03-09T21:34:50.861+00:002014-03-09T21:34:50.861+00:00Dwarf willows. We used to collect them, some commo...Dwarf willows. We used to collect them, some common some rare. We had a town house then, in Twickenham, tall and elegant but no garden to speak of. So, dwarf willows it was then, in oblong terracotta pots. Pride and joy, our back yard, dwarf willows.<br />Then there was the day we went to Kew Gardens and - there it was, salix boydii. And her maiden name was Boyd - so it was meant to be, and we begged Kew to sell us one. It took them a year, but finally they wrote and said, dear sir or madam, your salix boydii is available for collection.<br />Except by then there was no madam, only sir. Madam was with him. In the town house. In Twickenham. She forwarded the letter to me, at my mate's grotty flat in South London. Shall I buy it? she asked. I didn't reply.<br />My new wife and I have just come back from visiting Hidcote, in Gloucestershire. Superb National Trust garden. Proudly featured among this year's new plantings was a fine specimen of a rare dwarf willow, salix boydii.<br />It won't go away.<br />stephen fryerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00436319241645524250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-3147164164227099182014-03-04T14:12:56.885+00:002014-03-04T14:12:56.885+00:00Hi Sabine - thanks for dropping by. That spiced so...Hi Sabine - thanks for dropping by. That spiced sourdough sounds wonderful. And with the sour cherry jam too - sweet and salt, gorgeous. Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1451211466898351699.post-74088408613616094692014-03-04T11:50:31.800+00:002014-03-04T11:50:31.800+00:00This lovely post brought me back to the heavy Fran...This lovely post brought me back to the heavy Frankonian sourdough loaves of my childhood, large round bread loaves with thick crusts, spiced with coriander and cumin or cardamom. We were never allowed ot eat it fresh - it was usually delivered to the house - but had to wait for a day. Thickly cut slices with butter and home-made sour cherry jam. <br />A bit like this here: http://berndsbakery.blogspot.de/2012/07/frankisches-holzofenbrot-franconian.htmlSabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.com