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A Morris Minor out for a Sunday drive near Harringworth. The occupant's look as if they are enjoying the February sunshine.
For my Sunday Dinner , I had Quiche , Lettuce , Feta Cheese , Tomatoes , Cold Baked Beans , Cucumber and Celery . With a large dollop of Salad Crème .
Home , Bishop's Stortford , Hertfordshire .
Sunday evening 13th-June-2021
So, after a month where I ended up using over 6 pounds(!) of butter in the kitchen, I figured I should bake something with a lean dough, and I haven't made bagels in a while. Up until my kids were about 2 years old, I used to make a dozen bagels just about every weekend, but now it's not quite so frequent.
It was a gorgeous morning, too, so I just moved the cooling rack out onto the shade of the front porch and grabbed a few photos, and I liked this one so much I thought I'd post it.
This recipe started life as the bagel recipe in The Best Recipe from the folks at Cooks Illustrated, then modified to suit my tastes a bit (really should get around to that web site someday), and finally converted into the weights you see here, which is essentially a 60% hydration dough (or a 5:3 ratio of flour:liquid).
Ingredients
30 oz. high-protein flour (about 6 c.—I use the Sir Lancelot variety from King Arthur Baking)
15 oz. water (1 7/8 c.) at about 110°F
3 oz. barley malt syrup (3/8 c.)
2 1/4 tsp. active dry yeast (1 packet)
1 tbl. kosher salt
Directions
Combine the dry ingredients in the work bowl of a standing mixer fitted with the dough hook. Combine the malt syrup and water in a measuring cup and stir to combine.
Mix the dry ingredients on low speed until the yeast is mixed in well, then pour in the liquid. Continue mixing until a dough ball forms, then mix at low-medium speed for 10 minutes in the stand mixer. This is a real workout for my stand mixer, so keep an eye on yours to avoid it walking or overheating. When done, the dough will be smooth, only very slightly tacky, and easily pass the windowpane test. Remove from the mixer, form into a ball, cover with plastic wrap, and let rest for 5-10 minutes.
Cut dough into quarters, then cut each quarter into thirds (12 pieces total). Shape each into a bagel by rolling into a smooth ball, then poking your finger down through the middle and stretching out like an elastic band. Arrange the shaped dough on two half-sheet pans dusted with cornmeal, cover lightly with plastic wrap and a kitchen towel, and place in the refrigerator overnight to proof. They won't appear to rise much in the fridge; that's expected.
In the morning, preheat your oven to 450°F. In a large, deep skillet or a dutch oven, bring 2 quarts of water plus 2 tbl. of sugar or malt syrup to a boil (for darker bagels, as seen here, add a teaspoon or so of baking soda to the boil as well.)
Working with about 3 bagels at a time, gently stretch the bagels out so the hole is at least an inch in diameter, then boil for about 1 minute on each side. The bagels will puff up almost to their final size while being boiled. Return them to the sheet pan (with a little more cornmeal to prevent sticking).
If you want to put some sort of topping on your bagel, now's the time. The outside of the bagel is usually sticky enough for seeds and the like, but a little egg white can be used as glue if you want more insurance.
Put the sheet pans into your preheated oven in the upper-middle and lower-middle positions, and spray the inside of your oven with water to make a good amount of steam (or, leave a heavy skillet on the floor of the oven during your preheat, and pour in a half cup or so of ice water.) Bake 18-20 minutes until nicely browned, rotating the pans halfway through.
Transfer to a cooling rack. These are great still warm from the oven, and, once completely cool, will keep well stored in a plastic bag for 4-5 days, particularly if you're toasting them. They also freeze nicely.
Sunday is a Dartmoor pony foal that Scoot found dying on the moor, she nursed it back to full health : )
The image is Rose teaching Sunday to gallop by playing chase
oliver + s sunday brunch jacket in kokka scallops, seams bound in raspberry shot cotton
for the handmade kids clothing swap
more about the swap here:
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more photos of the jacket here: www.lbg-studio.com/2013/04/handmade-kids-clothing-swap.ht...
I hope everybody is enjoying their Sunday! The weather in Maryland is beautiful .. a cool, sunny autumn day, and the leaves are so pretty.
I had some time to myself last night and was happy with this look .. makeup turned out well and I hoped the photo quality would capture that. Unfortunately, the pic is blurry, but that can sometimes not be such a bad thing! 😉
Hugs to all! 😘
A colorful 02 Feb 2020 sunset as seen near my home outside Marietta Ohio. The series is not in sequence.
In the UK, Mothering Sunday was originally a time when people returned to the church in which they were baptized, or where they attended services when they were children. This meant that families were reunited, as adults returned to the towns and villages where they grew up.
In time, it became customary for young people who were working as servants in large houses to be given a day's holiday on Mothering Sunday so they could use this day to visit their own mother, often taking a gift of food or hand-me-down clothing from their employer to give to her.
in your head do you feel
what you're not supposed to feel
and you take what you want
but you don't get it for free
you need more time
cause your thoughst and words won't last forever more
It is possible that the oldest son moved back home for the banana nut pancakes I like to make on Sunday mornings (my usual treat for completing the weekly long run). It doesn't matter what time he came in, the boy will get up when I am cooking the pancakes.
To make them:
1 cup flour (I use wheat -- but you can use white all purpose)
1 Tbsp sugar
2 Tbsp baking powder
1/8 tsp salt
1 cup soy or almond milk
2 Tbsp vegetable oil
1 large ripe banana - smooshed up
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
Mix all the ingredients and fry those babies up (1/4 cup approx) in a little vegetable oil on a griddle or a pan
Enjoy!
156427 060219 Man Picc
For many years the utilitarian Class 156 plied their trade in the North West, North East, and Central England as well as Scotland.
They were used on inter-urban services like these between Manchester Airport and Preston and Blackpool and here 2 units run back and forth on the approaches to Manchester Piccadilly.
156427 arrives at Piccadilly with a service to Preston on Sunday 19th Feb 2006 whilst an ex Northern Spirit unit heads for the Airport
Title: Sunday Piano
This is an original female figure music piano oil painting by Christopher Clark, fine artist. #christopherclarkart
Size: 18x24"
Oil paint on stretched canvas.
I am available for custom commission paintings of all kinds.
Contact me for purchase information. Also available as a fine art print, stretched canvas print, or hand-embellished giclée. Inquire for details.
Sunday the 27th of February brought quite a surprise to the GAI 33's, with its 2 vehicles with AOA's (11589 & 11590) both appearing on the 33A within minutes of eachother, 11589 was heading to Airport and 11590 was heading north to Balbriggan, quite I surprise I must say!
11590 - North Street, Swords - 27/2/22
Sunday 11-11-12, the
weather turned nasty, magnificent clouds boiled up and of course I had to drop the motor-mower and grab the camera
Took the Canon A2E with EF 40mm STM lens and the half-frame Yashica Samurai to the annual Volkswagen get-together at the XXX Root Beer Drive-In in Issaquah.
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,
And you may grow to music or drive beyond Hindhead anyhow,
Take corners on two wheels until you go so fast
That you can clutch a fringe or two of the windy past,
That you can abstract this day and make it to the week of time
A small eternity, a sonnet self-contained in rhyme.
But listen, up the road, something gulps, the church spire
Opens its eight bells out, skulls' mouths which will not tire
To tell how there is no music or movement which secures
Escape from the weekday time. Which deadens and endures.
At Foster Beach.
www.chicagoparkdistrict.com/parks-facilities/foster-beach
Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois.
Sunday, August 23, 2020.
Every Sunday is Sunset Sunday on my Photostream. I invite you to join in on the fun and post your own sunset (or sunrise) on Sunday and then share it with us here. Sunset Sundays are the only days I invite you to share your own photo in your comments here. Please keep it to only one and one that you've posted this Sunset Sunday.
Now let's get out there and get some beautiful sunset/sunrise shots and share them every Sunday.
We took a walk on this sunny Sunday. It was minus 4° and slightly breezy so plenty of clothes were needed.
The lake continues to freeze over. The ice right at the edge looked thick enough to stand on so I took a couple of steps out and it was fine.
The sun is low all the time now and I think this part of the lake is always in shade, and will remain so until the end of January.
There are plenty of signs of beaver at this end of the lake. You can see one here in the forefront of the photo. The “path” through the reeds, which leads to a well trodden beaver path and several newly felled (and chewed) trees. There is also a huge beaver lodge, built on the edge of the lake and in no-one's way.
I got home as darkness fell and we spent an hour or so putting up Christmas Stars and lights, brightening up the night for our neighbours and ourselves.
We don't have pancakes for breakfast every Sunday but this is the gold standard breakfast at our house.
Taken for Flickr's Our Daily Challenge: CLASSICAL
EXPLORE #99:
Dogs are pretty easy to read:
"Shit. Here he comes. Geez. What time is it? I was up late last night, my mouth tells me so. Must have eaten something I really shouldn´t. Oh no. Not that thing again. I´m tired. Piss off. No, I don´t want to go outside, not for a million chickenbones I would. Get a life. Put that thing down and go to bed again. Sigh."
So good to be dressed on Sunday morning and preparing for lunch in a smart and nicely fitting new dress. Must nearly be time for a glass of bubbly.
Mwanga, district de Phalombe, décembre 2008
Mwanga, Phalombe District, December 2008
Un dimache à Mwanga, notre village. Je me balade. La bière locale coule à flots. Les haut-parleurs assourdissent les buveurs et les passants en crachants les derniers tubes zambiens. Ca sent les frites et le maïs grillé.
A sunday in Mwanga, the village where we live. I go for a walk. People enjoy the locally brewed beer and the Zambian music. There is a smell of chips and roasted maize.