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Med Bred

Med Bred aka Pain de Cannes. No, Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s not a tin loaf  … It’s a French pun. What’s a French pun? Je ne say quoi …

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Turban

For several years my main concern was knocking out and selling as many loaves as I could from my little kitchen. These days things are a little more leisurely which is just as well because my knees are pretty well fucked from running up and down stairs with sacks of flour, boxes of dough, full […]

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Photo Op

Younger people often say to me, “Yo, awesomest respect Mick bro dough man (that sort of thing). Your bread might be light on the ancient grains of the Pharohs or the amaranth and quinoa of the New World but you always get the most out of  your loaves with snappy snaps. Tell us about your […]

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Funny Stuff Rye …

I’ve made a lot of rye bread in my time but it still doesn’t feel as natural to me as wheat – I always feel I’m working against the grain (as you might say) even though the results are good. In fact I love the results, I just find the process awkward. On the other […]

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Sausage Toad

I am in my seventieth year. It has been a very long time since I thought that I could have the slightest influence over our national or global destiny. Even if I could influence which political party comprised the UK Government through the ballot box, all governments are in the control of the major corporations, […]

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Figs

So Sue comes home from the market with figs, the first this year. I, wise virgin that I am, have dough lurking in the fridge for just such an eventuality. A few curls of serrano, the odd spoonful of the elixir (honey 2, olive oil 2, balsamic vinegar 1) and we’re away: All it needs […]

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