Shelley laid out the ingredients in a strict line on the tatty, wooden work surface as she did every day at 5.15am: 1kg of wholemeal, strong, plain flour, delivered personally from one of the few working mills in the country; 30g of fresh yeast; the same of honey; a flask of water, boiled and cooled just before she fell into bed late last night, and 30g of salt.
She set the yeast and honey with the water to dissolve in the brown, porcelain bowl her mother had left to her for the purpose. She sifted the flour and salt and tossed the sieve into the stained Belfast sink which made her back ache. In the early days, she’d have marvelled at how much quicker she was at carrying out this procedure but, today, Shelly simply added the yeast, pushed and prodded and rolled and folded the dough and hurled it intermittently onto the work top.
She glanced up at the clock. It was 5.30am. Of course it was.
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