Wednesday, 21 October 2009
The 'Lemonade' award is for "seeing blessings where they're not obvious and make lemonade instead if complaining about sour lemons"
This pudding is all mixed together in one bowl but then during baking, separates, leaving sponge on the top and lemon sauce on the bottom!
Pure genius! No need to make custard!
I need to find a chocolate recipe!
Well that was the real deal and now for a little 'fake baking'
All made from fabric of course.
Oh the anticipation!
Next a bag of old, mostly cotton lace.
Some of these still have the paper binding around them with a price written in pencil 2'/6
The post mark is dated 1976 and there is some Laura Ashley fabric with the date 1975 on the selvedge.
Obviously a work in progress.
This is the back of the Flora Macdonald packet, its soooo beautiful
Sunday, 18 October 2009
When the weather is good we like to take full advantage of it up here, because when it's bad it's bad! Our little town is one of the highest market towns in England so when the cloud drops you can't see anything. After a bit of 'googling' I found out that we are 1,150 feet above sea level according to our local councilors parliamentary page.
This is one of our favourite places. We make a flask of tea and drive 10minutes up (literally) the road onto the Buttertubs Pass. We park up, pour the tea, I crochet and take in the view and
enjoy a couple of hours of peace and quite.
From here we are looking South over the little town of Hawes
with Dodds Fell (the hill on the left) in the distance.
Here it is waiting to be wrapped in its foil and roasted in the oven.
Ta-daa! And here is the pie. Well I didn't quite get to it in time with the camera! But as you see it went down a treat! You can find the recipe here if you fancy a go. This was the simplest recipe I could find. The recipe asks for a 16oz tin of pumpkin, but I just roasted the squash in the oven until it was tender then scooped the flesh from the skin. Easypeasy!
Monday, 5 October 2009
and lots of delicious trickily, dribbily, thick cream.
Hmmm... smell that cinnamon.
Sorry about all that, but I'm feeling terribly, terribly smug. I wasn't expecting it to turn out so well. In fact I wasn't sure I could do it at all!
Thank you for letting me share my excitement with you.
Hmmm... I wonder if I can remember how to make another one?