My loaf!

Today, I have been carrying out manly pursuits, or so I am led to believe. I have made bread! Yes, for the first time ever. Like one of those people called a househusband. And rather good it is too. Of course, this is at the bottom end of the making your own bread scale, though I did do that kneading thing by hand. Soon, I'll be milling the grains, before moving on to thrashing and separating out the wheat from the chaff. Eventually I'll grow the stuff. No, maybe I'll harvest wild stuff. And wear skins. I can see I need to give this further thought; for now, I've gotta dash. Herr Reidle is back from his sojourn - and has whistled me up for a teatime pint up at The Railway in Juniper Green! Yarrooo!