Nursey held up the unused seaweed in triumph this morning, "See how much less we're using!", so are we down to an eighth, then? No, a quarter. But isn't that what you said last week? So long as it's progressing, I'm grateful..
My epicurean hosts declined to have last night's feast photographed, on pain of deserting this blog and never returning. You'll have to take it on trust that it was exquisite.
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Xmas cakes fed again, thirsty lot. And a triumph! Constance Spry's 1956 marzipan/almond paste recipe. She doesn't distinguish between the two. Far fewer eggs than Delia, and the interesting addition of orange flower water. What a ridiculous way to spend my day. Never mind.
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Gripped by, not quite finished 'Cheating at Canasta', William Trevor. Now there's quality.
2 comments:
You need to move your birthday thing up a bit, maybe swap it with the plane, else you won't get the deluge of bithday wishes you deserve!
Thank you! With one brief comment you a) made me laugh b) encouraged a thoroughly self-serving layout reshuffle, and c) took my mind off tomorrow's blasted MRI. xxxx
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