What is it that is so beautifully soporific about hot milk and a slice of buttered sourdough? That sweet nutty flavour of warm milk against the salt of the butter and bread.
I have my own, as yet unsuccessful attempts with sourdough. Until I get it right St John is my bread supplier of choice. I can’t resist walking past: the white walls, a half of Meantime Helles, the assortment of bread and treats. Today; custard doughnuts.
