It seeems entirely appropriate for Lammas that I have become an insufferable breadmaker. Finally I get it and simultaneously I now want to make every kind of bread there is and roll it warm in a tea towel and arrive with a long flat knife and good butter. I have never been a baker, though I am a very regular roaster. Not a cakemaker but well known to whip up a formidable pav that would make your grandmother weep for the old desserts, made with sugar and love instead of chia and control.

There are just so many places we lost our way.