However, this evening he did it again. I’d been watching Paul Hollywood’s Bread and he became interested too. “No reason why we couldn’t make bread,” he said suddenly. I agreed. I always used to make all my bread (hand-kneaded, of course, I’ve never had a bread-making machine, nor even used the dough hook on the food mixer) but I stopped years ago and never started again. I make yeast batters once in a while, for blini, crumpets and so on, but I rarely make bread. So my agreement was qualified, I said that I haven’t done it for ages and I wasn’t sure if I’d actually bother.
“I could do it,” he said, “watching him, it doesn’t seem that hard.” “Well, you’re a good cook, but I’ve never seen you following a recipe, would you be able to?” He didn’t see why not. “You’ve got the tins, haven’t you?” And the last thing I’d want to do is discourage him. So, as I’m going to Norwich tomorrow and planning to go to Jarrolds (independent large department store, complete with splendid bookshop) I shall buy him the book. And later, flour and yeast.
Okay, I’m not convinced it’s going to happen, but I’m all for enthusiasm. And who knows, it could be his new Thing.