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Monday, 2 March 2015

Ageing process

As age seems to catching up on me I have some observations.
- never ever go anywhere without tweezers. Hairs grow in funny place and can spring up overnight. You may go on a long weekend with a face like baby and come back looking like part of Mumford & Sons
- those killers heels in the back of the wardrobe are going to stay there as you trade them for more sensible block heels 
- you can be taken by surprise by a fart that just slips out
- any appointment to do with you health ( see dr, optician, dentist etc ) will start with the sentence "at your age..."
- at my age I am wiser 
- at my age cynicism has set in
- there are some things just not worth worrying about
- there are no creams that get rid of wrinkles or hold back the ageing process
- there will always be gin in the house
- there are great pleasures to be had in the little things
Anyone wish to add to the list? 

Saturday, 14 February 2015

The fetid flannel

The shower has broken yet again. We have oodles of freezing cold water but no hot. I blame the electrics which are straight out of W Heath Robinson. I should do something about the electrics but the only reliable electrician in the village is straight out if A League of Gentlemen, complete with beige overalls with his name embroidered on the top pocket. He's only happy if he can spend his day between floor boards or in your loft. Sometimes you forget he's there and go to bed to the sound of wierd scrabbling noises. I digress.

We are fortunate enough to have a second bathroom in She-ra's room with a hand held mains supplied water. It's ok.

However today I was in a rush and opted for what I call a Carrie wash ( Homeland)  That is the hot flannel to those who don't know.  There is something rather comforting about a hot flannel on your face. Maybe it's the childhood memories it evokes. The warmth of flannel is most pleasant.

Squeezing out the excess water from said hot flannel, ready to enjoy a small comfort you can imagine my horror when I started to gag.

Within milliseconds I realised that this was no ordinary flannel. This flannel had been used prior. By my 20year old son post football match and was full of rank stake sweatiness. 

My nasal hairs were singed. My gagging reflex in overload. No amount of scrubbing, soap or perfume could remove the odour from my soul. I can still smell it now. 

Sunday, 21 December 2014

RECIPE ALERT Christmas Cheese Biscuits


Moreish - tick. Calorific - most likely. Easy Peasy - tick. Cute gift to take to dinner party - double tick.
I made about 45 of these Christmas trees form following
100g Butter, room temperature
50g Grated strong cheddar or other equally pongy cheese
50g Parmesan  
100g Plain flour
pinch cayenne or chilli flakes
Sesame poppy or fennel seeds to sprinkle on for decoration

Pre heat oven to 180C/gas mark 4

Cut butter into chunks
Put all ingredients apart from the seeds into food processor.
Pulse it until it forms a ball. Believe me it does form a ball.
Put in a bowl, cover with cling film and put in fridge for a good hour.
Go do stuff

Generously flour work surface 
Line a baking tray or three with greaseproof
Put dough on work surface.
Put the cling film on top of dough and roll it out.
Keep lifting and turning it so it doesn't stick to the work surface.
Roll out to about pound thickness
Go crazy with your Christmas tree cutters, stars, bells whatever tickles your fancy
Sprinkle with your seeds of choice.

Bake for 10 - 15 mins until pale golden
Take from baking sheet as soon as they come out of over as they will stick

Delicious with aperitifs or on the cheeseboard. They don't hang around for long

Silent Sunday


Saturday, 29 November 2014

When I see this and hear this.....

Sounds, smells I find are great at bringing up long forgotten memories. I have a terrible memory so any glimpse into my past is always welcome.
When I see this.....


 ( some miniature African violets I bought for my mum when I was 16 for mothers day, flowers indiscriminately )

And when I hear this



It reminds me of Sunday lunches with my mum. Happy memories