Monday, September 11, 2006

Treacle Bread!

Don that pinny, flour the surfaces, for here's the recipe, as promised to Mags, that I was given for Treacle Bread.

You will need:

1 x 7g satchet of dried yeast (don't worry, you will not leave the kitchen with any kind of irritating infection ladies!)
750g of strong white flour (none of your wimpy, weak, white flour. Get a backbone! You're an ingredient!)
Pinch of salt (you can get this at most good salt outlets)
1 tbsp of olive oil (not to be confused with Popeye's goyl)
4 tbsps of black treacle (mmmm....black treacle....)
3/4pt of warm water or enough to make dough (do the elbow test if unsure, and think like a Thames water Executive)

Your method:

Mix together yeast, flour and salt and rub in the olive oil (into the mixture you pervs! Span, David, Scummy)

Make a well in the centre and add treacle. Gradually add water dissolving treacle and mix to form a dough.

Knead for several minutes, place into a large loaf tin, cover with cling film and leave to prove in a warm draught free place until double the size (approx. 45 mins)

Bake at gas mark 7 (220 degrees centigrade) for about 30-40 mins until golden brown.

Lovely with butter.

Enjoy naked with friends, or alone.

Get it down ya!

7 Comments:

Blogger Linda Mason said...

Thanks Kate. I appreciate you taking the time to post this when you must so very busy.

We'll do this at the weekend because I have a free one! My Mom and Dad are flying to Scotland on Thursday for a few days. The heady taste of freedom is going to my head but not so much that I suggest to my little one that we eat the bread naked! I don't think she would approve of that.

Monday, September 11, 2006 7:48:00 PM  
Blogger Gavin Corder said...

And what do you recommend drizzling over it, Katie?

A question for Mags, long conisdered, never asked. Why do you write Mom? i thought you were American at first!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006 8:56:00 PM  
Blogger Linda Mason said...

Gavin, I learned my first writing from my Mom who was born a Brummie, poor thing. She has made up for this accident of birth by spending far more time outside Brum in her life than in that city. Anyway, Brummies spell Mom, Mom and so all my cards etc as a child were signed 'Mom'. Only place in the country to spell it this way and you can actually buy cards in Brum itself that spell it the correct way ie, Mom.

Apart from anything else I call Mom, Mom and not Mum so we're doing well with phonetics here!

Bet you wish you had never asked now!

Wednesday, September 13, 2006 10:07:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

mmmm yum, sounds tasty... I'll have to try it ...naked of course ...

Friday, September 22, 2006 6:57:00 PM  
Blogger Kayfer Kettle said...

Bonnie Lass - make sure you don't catch a nip when kneading.

It's painful and undignified.

As you were, you filthy wee thing!

K xx

Tuesday, October 17, 2006 11:08:00 AM  
Blogger Mister Frost said...

In suppose mail order is out of the question K?

Tuesday, October 17, 2006 8:46:00 PM  
Blogger Kayfer Kettle said...

Augustus, you king among men!

How goes it?

Mail order and bread just don't go.

Now let that be an end to your fanciful notions, and get out in that kitchen and rattle them pots and pans!

K xxx

Thursday, October 19, 2006 6:49:00 PM  

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