The title of this post is almost unintelligible.
Somehow, considering the current state of affairs in the world, that seems totally appropriate.
‘Bread Baking Babes griddle Singing Hinnies’.
Griddle is used as a verb because these scone-like biscuits or tea cakes are cooked on a griddle on the cook-top rather than baked like traditional baking powder biscuits.
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I may have mentioned that I love soup.
Mon mari likes (not loves) soup for lunch with his sandwich, but if I serve it for dinner, which I normally do the day I make it, he has to be bribed with bread.
Because he, according to him and in his own words, has ‘no willpower at all’, especially when it … Continue reading.....
It’s soup season.
For me there are only two things that make winter tolerable.
The first is that I don’t have a long list of outdoor chores every day – no hoeing and mowing and trimming and all that sort of stuff.
The second is the soup.
I love soup.
Mon mari accepts soup….
As long as there are biscuits … Continue reading.....
The continuing Saga of Sedi, the (former) Bunny Slayer
Sedi, the German Shepherd, jumped out of the car on the way to the mountains.
She had an unplanned sit…. And couldn’t get up.
Other than hold her tail up so she could pee, there was nothing we could do – poor old girl.
We lifted her into the back of … Continue reading.....