Walking through the local farmers markets is a great start to any weekend. On our last visit I found myself eyeing off the breads and baked goods on offer, and was inspired to roll up the sleeves and try something different from the same-old sandwich bread.
I settled on something extravagant – Brioche – a recipe demanding almost a whole block of butter, and no less than 7 eggs. Luckily I had plans to spend most of the weekend working up a sweat in the garden.
While it baked, the house filled with the most amazingly rich and promising aroma – I could have closed my eyes and imagined myself standing inside a French bakery. It came out of oven perfectly and was enjoyed while still warm with home-made strawberry jam, and then with eggs benedict on Sunday morning. It’s a good life, this simple life.