I don’t believe in love at first sight. Yet last Friday when Carl and I drove through the gates of Dragon Ovens in Colchester, we both felt something warm and gushy. In the dappled light of their forested yard the wood-fired oven of our dreams shimmered magically. Momentarily speechless all we could do was grin at each other. He’s a beaut, Carl has named him Drago. You’ll have to ask him why.
This week we’ve been seasoning the oven by lighting a small kindling fire in it and moving it around. Learning to use it will be a lot of fun!