Do excuse my weak attempt at humour in the title. Anyhoo.
A week or so ago I shared this bread recipe with you. I liked it, but knew that there was room for improvement.
Enter attempt number 2.
A week or so ago I shared this bread recipe with you. I liked it, but knew that there was room for improvement.
Enter attempt number 2.
Somewhere along the line it became seen as;
Confession: I love myself. Not like Gaston in Beauty and the Beast – just so we’re clear. I don’t sing songs about my chest hair. Probably because I don’t have chest hair. Thank fuck. It would be mighty strange if I did.
I’ve been on Stage 4 for about 2 and a half weeks now, but before yesterday I had been way to nervous to introduce the bread. The recipe in the Gut and Psychology Syndrome book only calls for three ingredients; almonds, fat (butter, lard etc.) and eggs. I was really nervous about how the nuts would go with my tummy.
This may sound dramatic but as I’m sure you can appreciate, if your gut isn’t quite feeling as groovy as it would like to, even the most simple foods can become terribly aggravating.
Today we ponder the question “what actually is all this taboo nonsense about poo”? I mean, lets just be honest, we all do them – and if we don’t there is a serious problem that needs RECTIFYING. Why is there such a universal association of absolute revolt surrounding the humble turd?