Forgot to say, I made bread again on Saturday. I am GOOD at bread, it seems. And it makes the best toast in the world, ever, which you then slather with butter. Mmmmm.
Also made vol au vents because I impulsively defrosted a packet of puff pastry that I excavated from the bottom of the freezer. They were less successful than the bread, but not bad. Not fit to feed to company, but Mr WithaY has been scarfing them back so they can't be all bad.
Might do a cake next. If I can be arsed.