it's a poor cook who can't lick his own fingers. (Romeo and Juliet)

So I baked today.

As you know I can’t get out (no legs, no car). and I’m hopeless at online. keep getting messed up because I’m technologically challenged. So when I want to give a present, a a wee gift, I give something I made, usually some baking. I make Amish bread, from a starter, sort of like sourdough, in that it keeps regenerating. There’s always someone who needs some, so I keep on baking, every ten days from starter to finish. The starter keeps in the freezer when I need a rest. I baked today, may have to start again tomorrow. My starter comes from a dear friend, wife of a couple who used to live in the building but who moved to Ottawa.

I miss you guys.

About my fingers:I don’t lick them these days. (Covid, you know.)