||[Feb. 28th, 2014|12:51 pm]
We are just returned from doing a Big Shop at the Big Tesco's, which leaves me feeling light-headed. Among the strange sights seen there:
The shelves labelled 'Breads of the World', displaying mini-muffins and hot cross buns, which were not what we wanted. "Where," demands durham_rambler "is the Bread of Heaven?" That's what I bake. There was no pitta bread with interesting herbs, so we bought some garlic and coriander naan. What will happen when we eat it with hummus and olives? "We'll probably explode," says durham_rambler.
I snagged some blood oranges. Strawberries in February are just Wrong, but blood oranges are in season. They weren't called blood oranges, of course, they were Jaffa reds, and they came from Sicily. To appreciate how completely confusing I find this, you need to know a) that as far as I am concerned Jaffa oranges come from Israel (this fact ingrained in my childhood, before Israel became the Evil Empire, and when the important thing about buying fruit was that it not be South African) and b) that in culinary terms, dishes made with blood oranges are Maltese.
It seems impossible to buy rice cakes which are not flavoured with anything other than rice. I settled for 'slightly salted', as opposed to chili, salt-and-vinegar and chocolate chip. But can't they just leave things alone?
Spinning off from that last, I forgot to add salt to the most recent batch of yeast dough. Not adding it too early is one of my culinary superstitions (i.e. it is alleged to inhibit the working of the yeast; I haven't tested this, and don't intend to. Hence, superstition), and on this occasion I forgot altogether. The marmalade buns are fine without.