Dear Lucy, Today I have been the ultimate 'haus frau' and rather enjoyed myself! Having completed the school run and popped to the bank, I returned home. Grabbing the hoover, mop and bleach, I blitzed the downstairs of the house in preparation for friends coming to tea tomorrow. That done, I prepared Mr Chino's lunch in readiness for popping it round to him later; but what sweet treat could I spoil him with? The answer lay in the pages of our favourite cookery tome: “The Great British Book of Baking."
Page72: Scones.
I confess that I did feel a little unfaithful to my old school exercise book, but decided that, if scones were to be made, I should give this recipe a go. Perhaps a certain Premiership footballer might have been wise to think twice, as I did; one can only surmise that the pleasure I experienced when biting into those warm, crumbly scones was exceeded by his dalliances with his reality tv 'star'! At least I know that my baking experiences are discreet, my creations will not kiss and tell (unless too much cake has a detrimental effect on my waistline!)
As you can tell from my ramblings, the scones were delicious! I did not, however, follow the recipe to the letter, having only lightly salted butter and semi-skimmed milk in the fridge, but I don't think the result could've been more yummy.
Whilst I'm in domesticated mode, let me tell you a solution I have found to an embarrassing problem we have both shared. I remember, some time ago, you told me that leaving the door to your washing machine closed resulted in some unpleasant odours. My experience has gone further than that, with mold growing in my dispenser drawer! Well, my dear Lucy, I have cleaned up my act! You could say that I have 'taken the doorstep challenge'; by going back to a big box powder I have a sweeter smelling drum and a spotless dispenser drawer. No more will I pay homage to tablets, liquitabs and dispenser balls; I'm keeping it simple from now on.
Cathy x
Page72: Scones.
I confess that I did feel a little unfaithful to my old school exercise book, but decided that, if scones were to be made, I should give this recipe a go. Perhaps a certain Premiership footballer might have been wise to think twice, as I did; one can only surmise that the pleasure I experienced when biting into those warm, crumbly scones was exceeded by his dalliances with his reality tv 'star'! At least I know that my baking experiences are discreet, my creations will not kiss and tell (unless too much cake has a detrimental effect on my waistline!)
As you can tell from my ramblings, the scones were delicious! I did not, however, follow the recipe to the letter, having only lightly salted butter and semi-skimmed milk in the fridge, but I don't think the result could've been more yummy.
Whilst I'm in domesticated mode, let me tell you a solution I have found to an embarrassing problem we have both shared. I remember, some time ago, you told me that leaving the door to your washing machine closed resulted in some unpleasant odours. My experience has gone further than that, with mold growing in my dispenser drawer! Well, my dear Lucy, I have cleaned up my act! You could say that I have 'taken the doorstep challenge'; by going back to a big box powder I have a sweeter smelling drum and a spotless dispenser drawer. No more will I pay homage to tablets, liquitabs and dispenser balls; I'm keeping it simple from now on.
Cathy x
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