Since moving in to our lovely new studio, we have all found ourselves struck down by a serious affliction here at THS. The name of this curse? – bread addiction.
It all started innocently enough when we discovered that one of our neighbours, an organic bakery, would occasionally drop off huge batches of their surplus bread to the reception, for residents of the building to take as they please.
In the time since, the daily 11 o’clock fix has seen all manner of exotic breads pass through our busy toaster, from natural levains, long ferments and sourdoughs to rye-breads and walnut breads.
Recently, during a two week barren spell, the car park below found itself under a constant vigil as we watched eagerly for the sight of the bread trolley that would see us fill the fridge once again.
It would seem that any hopes of a low-carb summer diet have become, quite literally, toast.