No problems with the tin today and my soda bread was pretty much perfect except to perfectionists such as today’s teacher Gazza. I had a broad grin on my face as it popped out of the tin. Here’s the final product:
Gazza was also reasonably pleased with my raspberry jam and my penne with mushrooms and rosemary but I forgot to take pictures of those.
And it’s a short blog today as tomorrow is a full day of lectures. Which means no homework so Pennywort cottage decamped en masse to the local pub to sample various Irish stouts. I favoured the local brew.
We decided the average age of Pennywort residents was somewhat above the average of course attendees. KB is probably the doyenne with me not far behind. For those not of our generation who perhaps miss the reference in the title of this post, here’s some 1970’s disco.
Food in Provence (and elsewhere) 
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