To do it right appears to want an open flame: charcoal or wood fire. Neither option is a part of my regular life.
I’ll sort that, rest assured.
In the mean time, fat cakes (a terrible name for what is really fried dough, but judgment is reserved pending trial) are going to make the menu.
Must do something to mark the new country virtually reached, you know.
And that means my plans for today include: waiting. The dough must rise. I know not for how long. As long as I knew I’d be waiting for that, and had almost all the same ingredients out, I also started a batch of no-knead bread. That I know will need to rise overnight.
I’ll let you know whether the waiting was worth it.