Our two grandsons, daughter and husband are coming to stay for Christmas, in fact the whole family is staying over for the celebrations and the major question the two boys posed was 'are you making some sourdough for our breakfasts?'
Well the answer is, obviously, yes and it was baked on Saturday evening so that I could test it on Sunday morning lightly toasted, well somebody has to. Then buttered and spread with local honey along with a fine coffee made with freshly ground beans. Sheer luxury.
Now, the major issue is how much will be left when the two grandsons get here? Because a bacon sandwich made with smoked bacon from our favourite local butcher is calling at lunch time.
I'll just say that grandma ate it all. And the two terriers ate the crusts.
That'll spread the blame around nicely.