I have been dreaming about coming back here since I read this post at some ungodly hour of a dark morning. Every. One. Of these. Had me going. Especially, though, the baps. I cannot remember the last time I had baps. I do, though, remember that there was a bakery in Grahamstown where I grew up and they made baps. Saturday lunch was often ham and mustard, butter and baps. Anyone who tells me I make baps for the market are instantly disabused: they're neither soft enough, nor floury enough. Nothing like the flour moustache that the bap blesses one with!! Happy Saturday!
That is soooo true, the true bap is soft and you cannot eat without ending up with a flour moustache!
They really are unique and anything you put inside them is delicious.
Dipping a butter covered bap into a duck yolk is just heavenly too!
Have a wonderful Saturday too :)
STOPPPIT!!!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
hehe I was #justsaying 🤣🤣🤣