Ah, the pleasure of being back in my large kitchen with an oven that gets hot without blowing the fuses and the therapeutic kneading of bread. While some of the family are on their way up from London, we're squeezing in last minute tasks. Making bread, making apple cake, collecting the turkey and wondering how and earth we're going to fit it in the fridge. Usually it's cold enough to hide it in the shed for a couple of days but we're having a mild spell so it will have to be refrigerated. This means piling everything up so that nothing can be found and the whole lot falls out when the fridge door opens. It's happened!
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