Woe, oh woe

Byerly's has failed me. They had no yellow tomatoes. None. Not even bad ones.

Alack. With the weeping and the gnashing of the teeth.

What's worse, it's not even for my recipe. Poor timprov, betrayed by Byerly's.

As if to mollify me, the dough for the rosemary buns was as well-behaved as I've ever seen it, smooth and elastic about a minute into the kneading. But I will not be mollified.

Wailie wailie.

Five

sartorias asks me five questions (and you can, too, or I'll ask you if you like):

( Ask me some questions and I'll still probably tell you no lies, though I may indicate that it's none of your business )