I carried my dough with me all day. It was supposed to become a black colored white sourdough for the Swedish Man of Taste, Per Styregård (editor in chief at White Guide). I felt the pressure.

The dough joined me for breakfast in the city, and for Lunch in Järna. When I arrived at Saltå Kvarn, and asked the baking master Manfred if I could use his oven it was hard for him to say no. Maybe that is the trick to find ovens on the road? Once again, Thank you Manfred!

Yesterday I received an email from a bakery in Edinburgh called Peter’s Yard. They offered me their oven if I ever happened to be in town. I read about their journey and it made me smile. Hey, “Happen to be in town?!?” You just gave me the 3rd reason to go to Edinburgh…

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My other 2 reasons to go to Scottland: Oysters and Scallops.

I would OD on eggwhite.

These outfits are really unsexy.

I like my crust harder and darker than the result I got. But It is a pretty color game going on with the blacks and the greens.