As you can probably imagine, once I saw a recipe called ‘monastery bread’ it was only ever going to be a matter of time before I made it.
An old ‘un, but a good ‘un! My trusty kitty, Cuthbert, strutting his stuff while he was still quite young and had not yet grown into a big, black panther. While I’m writing this post he’s curled up on the couch, sleeping. At 2 and a half he’s much too mature for such frippery. Obviously.