We breakfasted on the Baltic Bakehouse's buttery mushrooms on Baltic Wild and a slice of sublime Crack Pie washed down with Ethiopian coffee - the timer is to let you know when to plunge the plunger.
From first bite to last,the blistered crust of the toasted sourdough shattered into smithereens snapping like a string of firecrackers whilst the slow fermented bubbles made for a satisfyingly chewy crumb. ♥ Breakfast toast is the perfect medium for ruminating.♥ Needless to say we purchased a loaf of Baltic Wild to take home ... oh, and a tub of Funky Nut Co milk chocolate peanut butter.
As luck would have it the morning batch of doughnuts arrived just as our purchase was being tallied. We turned to find out the flavour of the day(we were wishing for lemon curd)only to see that the queue had grown from four to out-the-door ...and jittery; so we bought one blind. Chocolate with a chocolate custard centre proved to be the only consolation on our cancelled-and-delayed homeward train journey.
Sefton Park Meadows not for sale! We sincerely hope it's not.
We took a nippy autumnal walk through the beeches of Sefton Park to an artisan fair at the Palm House.
This goat's cheese, sweet potato, spinach and onion pie from the Moon and Pea stall went some way to warm the cockles.
We wended our way back to Liverpool Central via Lark Lane and spent our last couple of hours drinking Bold Street coffee and perusing the shelves of the hub that is News From Nowhere and made a purchase of Crouch, D., Ward, C. (2007, 5th edition) The Allotment, Its Landscape and Culture.
We ♥ Liverpool.
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