I decided that the weather was perfect for a spot of baking. If you remember last Saturday in Sydney, it was a summer day that was little cooler than usual so the oven heat wouldn't be too much of an intrusion. Alas, as it was grocery shopping day, our fridge and pantry supplies were running low and I could only make one item that sat on my "to cook" list. One that I found on Jenny's blog Practically Perfect.
It fit the brief exactly. I didn't have any bread so I needed to make some for lunch. I had flour, salt, beer, cheese and green onions and it was a cinch as it didn't require any kneading or proving at all. Just a stir of everything in a bowl and a stint in the oven and then we had our perfect bread for your Australian male specimen.
The thing that will strike you when mixing this all together is how just adding the beer to the flour gives it that instant yeasted bread smell-naturally of course because of the yeast in the beer. You could make this plain as Jenny did but her suggestion of cheese and onion bread spoke to me as I love cheese and onion chips. The bread is so ridiculously simple and it's more like a damper or scone than a regular bread. Flavour-wise it has a just enough hops flavour to it for beer lovers but not too much to make beer non lovers recoil. It was also a hit with the patient too.
"Honey do you mind vaccuming today?" I asked Mr NQN last Saturday.
"Errr okaaay....later" he said looking at me with a measure of suspicion. I'm sure he wondered how a perfectly lovely weekend day had suddenly turned hideous.
About twenty minutes later, I heard some expletives from the lounge room. "&*(&(&(!!" he yelled and then repeated it for good measure. "I've put out my neck!" he said woundedly.
"How? You were just sitting there on the couch playing on your phone!" I asked.
"I dunno, I just did" he said. And with that he limped off to the bedroom to sleep off the rest of the day.
Now, I'm not accusing him of faking it, I think that he had really hurt himself but I couldn't help noting the coincidence in timing. Our plans to do the grocery shopping were aborted and I spent the rest of the day cleaning. And I was bored.
I told Mr NQN that I had written about the coincidence in timing for his injury. After some initial protest, a smile spread across his face and he laughed and said "Yeah I know."
So tell me Dear Reader, does your other half or flat mate ever try to get out of housework? And do you like the flavour of beer in cooking?
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