Strawberries, lazy mornings and freshly baked bread

I woke up today, very relaxed something I haven’t felt in a very long time. watching the birds in the garden and admiring the newly bloomed orchids , I sat and savoured the sheer peace that filled my being.

After a hot cup of tea, perfectly steeped I might add, I was craving to go back to the kitchen to bake.

And so it began again. Smitten by bread that I am, I wanted to bake a bread with some strawberries.

I started by hulling and chopping up a batch of strawberries since they are available in an unimaginable amount of abundance right now.

They always remind me of my childhood when my family and I would go for a drive to the mountains during the winter. We would drive for hours before reaching the local town.

On the way we would see sooo many different men selling strawberries in oodles and piles. Beautiful and bright red mounds of strawberries all piled up and ready to eat. My dad would tell me stories while gorging on the berries. So strawberries always bring back very happy childhood memories.

And so, I put on a pot and cooked the strawberries with some brown sugar and lemon to create a compote. The aromas of those strawberries filled the kitchen and slowly spread throughout the house. I just couldn’t stop myself from humming my favourite tunes as I stood over the pot , keeping a check on that compote bubbling away. I mixed in some roasted pecans to add an element of crunch.

I made some bread dough , soft and just soo soothing on the hand. In my opinion, making bread dough is one of the most therapeutic things in the world.  The wet dough moist in my hand fills me with an uncomparable feeling of excitement and wonder.

I filled it with the freshly made compote.

Once shaped and proofed, I fit them snug in the bread tin and closed the lid. I put them in the oven.

As they sat there warm and cozy, all bundled up ,  I couldn’t  wait.

Finally on opening the lid, there they were. tall and resplendent. risen up royal and exquisite.

On slicing them a gorgeous swirl of pink with pieces of strawberry and chopped pecans in the pillowy soft crumb of the bread stood there to greet me. And I decided that it couldn’t get any better.

I can’t think of a better way to spend a morning than in the kitchen. with the smell of berries and bread percolating the air and spreading all around the house. no better way than to sit down than with the freshly baked bread and a nice cup of cappuccino while looking out the window.

Because finally, “what is this life so full of care, we have to time to stand and stare”

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. julie says:

    Gorgeous! Makes my mouth water, wishing it were strawberry season here! A few more months…

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyou! 😁
      Yes strawberry season is the best!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Jane Gealy says:

    Your photos are beautiful!

    Like

    1. Lemon zest says:

      Thankyou soo much !

      Liked by 1 person

  3. wow this is amazing…my mouth is watering already…

    Like

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