Rolling Flatbreads
I made myself write a list last night. It’s not quite as specific as the first one and checking emails and comments hardly count as victories for my organisational skills as I would do them anyway.
A couple of days ago I was doing a pain audit (sounds technical – it means I was sitting down with a cup of tea mentally listing what was hurting – and was pleased to note that I could only feel one joint in my fingers – index finger, left hand, top joint. There is a proper naming system for fingers, which I did once learn, but I had no use for it. As he treatment worked, I had no need to name my joints. Pain score ranked about 0.5 on the 1-5 pain scale (ie, hardly registered). Life was good. It would have been better not to feel any joints, but you can’t have everything.
Several other joints were banging away, in knees ankles and feet, but the hands were OK, as were all the others. The shoulders, which have been giving trouble seem to have settled down now.
After making soup, kneading bread (lightly) and banging away on the keyboard I lay awake last nigh and most of my finger joints were making their presence known in low key ways, and several were definitely throbbing. They weren’t painful, but I didn’t see much embroidery in my future.
Wheatsheaf Loaf (with mouse)
Now, sitting at the keyboard, I find I have four knuckles I can feel but three are very faint. Just the top left little finger joint is noticeable and that’s still about half on the pain scale. To be honest, it’s a bit dramatic even calling it pain.
In fact, it doesn’t even rate a full blog post as I have run out of things to say about fingers already.
I’ve ordered yeast and strong bread flour for this week and I’m going to try using the breadmaker for kneading.
In a minute I am going to start getting my February submissions together. One of the things I always note as I start to panic at the end of the month is that it takes longer to collate everything than you think. It like blogging – I can knock a post out quite quickly, but getting photos, adding tabs, and selecting categories (when I do – I( normally go the “uncategorised” route) can take ten minutes at the end. That, of course, might just be me. And, of course, I sometimes totally forget the title.
Ciabatta and olives
After that I will start working down the list. Oliver Cromwell’s head is the subject of my next piece for the Military History Group – he’s military, he’s local and it won’t need much research as it’s one of those subjects I’ve read about several times.
