Mar
6
Heather made bread on Wednesday and it actually rose and cracked with a hard crust. Jonathon and I didn’t know what to do with ourselves except moan and crack open some butter and camembert. I don’t know anyone in Maun who can make crusty bread, or anyone in Botswana. It just doesn’t happen. But mystical, magical Heather read somewhere that elevation has a lot to do with how bread rises and cooks. She made some adjustments to a basic brown bread recipe, and abrakadabra, crusty bread! March 3rd shall forever be known as The Day Heather Made Bread. I shall suggest to Sir Ian (with a special parcel of bread) that he make this a national holiday.
