I do apologise for my long silence, but it seems like only yesterday that we spent a sunny afternoon together at Attingham Park. I always look forward to the tea rooms but I'm often disappointed. The proof of the pudding really is in the eating isn't it?
It's been a busy summer. Grandma Latte has moved to a little town just down the road from us so that I can keep an eye on her. She is becoming quite obstreperous in her old age. She 'couldn't be bothered' to take her life saving medication one day last week, but insists on a daily ritual of rinsing out the previous days knickers by hand! God help me! Our place is full of half emptied moving boxes which we're sorting through in an effort to persuade her to chuck some stuff but she won't hear of it. There are two broken irons, a coffee percolator that hasn't been used since 1982, and several souvenir magazines commemorating the death of Frank Sinatra, who she loved, and Princess Diana who she loathed! Not to mention souvenirs from her travels including all the African carvings that Grandpa Latte liked so much and some pornographic postcards from Pompei. On top of all that we've got the builders in. I don't know how I cope sometimes. Towards the end of the holiday we spent a few days at the Trefeddian Hotel in Aberdovey which was lovely. A fantastic beach and five course dinners - what more could I ask for? The only down-side was that we never made it to the cheese course as the children were always asleep before it came.
To other news - Mr Latte and myself will be taking part in a local 'Strictly Come Dancing' in a few weeks time. We had our first ballroom lesson on Saturday but I can't say I'm terribly optimistic about our chances of not coming last. We are attempting a Foxtrot, in the manner of Fred and Ginger, but at the moment we couldn't even give Hinge and Bracket a run for their money.
Anyway dear, to baking. I have hardly done anything with all this chaos, but I did make a Quiche Lorraine for a picnic at the weekend. I must say it was scrumdidilyumptious mainly due, in my opinion, to the excellent streaky bacon obtained from my local butchers, and the tasty Gruyere Cheese.
What do you make of the bake-off this year? I rather like the nice young man with glasses and the nice old man with the glasses!
Bye for now, Lucy. x
