Here's a picture of them freshly out of the oven :D
But please someone tell me is barley flour even real?! Did Neil invent it?! Because I searched 4 supermarkets in and outside my town as well as two local eco stores and I found everything, EVERYTHING except for barley flour. I mean, it worked without it but I was so annoyed. They are a little flat because by the time I got back from my little odyssey it was already kinda late so I shaped them and threw them into the fridge and, well, wasn't my best idea :')
But they really REALLY taste amazing, so much better than anything you can buy at the bakery <3 (in fact so amazing that I made another batch of dough :)
This is the post where Neil shared his recipe btw:
It's a podcast to fall asleep to. John Moe interviews people on subjects they can be dull about and witter on endlessly. For the rest of the world, me droning on about bagel-making, beekeeping and water kefir grains will put them to sleep. Only here on Tumblr will it be appreciated.
i’m still in my dedicated study period for my board exams. i think as the exam gets nearer, my IBS gets worse but that’s life i suppose. i’m still spending my mornings working and sneaking some fun in by doing coffee study dates with friends at a favorite local spot of mine (i’m very nearly a regular!) and relaxing with some crafting, baking, and exercising in the evening! personally, i think going to the gym is very fun but maybe it’s bc i think of all the machines as a sort of playground. whatever works i guess! in terms of reading, im reading the white album by joan didion on my own and the man who died twice (sequel to the thursday murder club) by richard osman with my boyfriend and enjoying both of them so far. if anyone has any books they’d like to recommend, please let me know! my fave genres are lighthearted classics, gothic literature, and whatever genre my year of rest and relaxation is (if you enjoyed rest and relaxation, then i’d highly recommend berlin by bea setton - i was previously recommended bunny by mona awad in the same vein and it did not impress me)