What`s for dinner Clarey?: The scent of Mrs Freeman
As a small child I hat...: The scent of Mrs Freeman As a small child I hated school. Every moment seemed an eternity until my lovely Mummy appeared at the window w...
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
The scent of Mrs Freeman
As a small child I hated school. Every moment seemed an eternity until my lovely Mummy appeared at the window wearing bunchies and drainpipe jeans and an angelic smile ready to take us home and love us.
School smelled funny. Cabbage. Liver. Chips. Even the lollipop lady who smelled like fags was preferable to inside the building of St.Helens CE Primary School.
I spent most mornings hanging onto the steering wheel of my Mum`s MG Midget.If she didn`t manage to prise me off the walnut dashboard I would be marched home with only the girl and the chalkboard test card for company-bliss to me. Anything was better than the scent of fear which emanated from every class room.
I used to cry- alot. Poor Miss Ogilvey must have thought I was disturbed as I disturbed her mornings every morning. Until... Mrs Freeman arrived. She was the most lovely Teaching assistant who would turn my hair bunches off "one tap off, two taps off" and as soon as I saw her I was fine. She smelled divine. Estee Lauder White Linen I have deduced. So every time I enter a department store I think of her and her kindness , the faint rendolence of the scent of a seventies educationalist who taught me that school could smell sweet, lingers on.
Hilariously I am a Primary school teacher and for the past twenty years I must have spent a fortune on Coco Chanel just incase I encounter a little person who finds school an alien place and so I make sure I always give them a lovely welcome just like Mrs freeman. Happiness rests on such little things. We are such sensory beings. Comfort and Joy should be the National Curriculum for every child.
Coca cola gammon
Gammon and pineapple was so 70s. This recipe is from Fatclub and is gorgeous.
Put a small gammon joint in the slow cooker , add a can of diet cola and cook all day. It will fall off and taste slightly BBQed, serve with baked potatoes, coleslaw and some pineapple charred on a wrought iron skillet.
Cheers to Mrs Freeman, Miss Ogilvey, Miss Ponsford, Mrs McKnally, Mr Williams and Mr Day and the late Mr Warner who were so very kind to an awkward little spud who grew up to love school.xxx
As a small child I hated school. Every moment seemed an eternity until my lovely Mummy appeared at the window wearing bunchies and drainpipe jeans and an angelic smile ready to take us home and love us.
School smelled funny. Cabbage. Liver. Chips. Even the lollipop lady who smelled like fags was preferable to inside the building of St.Helens CE Primary School.
I spent most mornings hanging onto the steering wheel of my Mum`s MG Midget.If she didn`t manage to prise me off the walnut dashboard I would be marched home with only the girl and the chalkboard test card for company-bliss to me. Anything was better than the scent of fear which emanated from every class room.
I used to cry- alot. Poor Miss Ogilvey must have thought I was disturbed as I disturbed her mornings every morning. Until... Mrs Freeman arrived. She was the most lovely Teaching assistant who would turn my hair bunches off "one tap off, two taps off" and as soon as I saw her I was fine. She smelled divine. Estee Lauder White Linen I have deduced. So every time I enter a department store I think of her and her kindness , the faint rendolence of the scent of a seventies educationalist who taught me that school could smell sweet, lingers on.
Hilariously I am a Primary school teacher and for the past twenty years I must have spent a fortune on Coco Chanel just incase I encounter a little person who finds school an alien place and so I make sure I always give them a lovely welcome just like Mrs freeman. Happiness rests on such little things. We are such sensory beings. Comfort and Joy should be the National Curriculum for every child.
Coca cola gammon
Gammon and pineapple was so 70s. This recipe is from Fatclub and is gorgeous.
Put a small gammon joint in the slow cooker , add a can of diet cola and cook all day. It will fall off and taste slightly BBQed, serve with baked potatoes, coleslaw and some pineapple charred on a wrought iron skillet.
Cheers to Mrs Freeman, Miss Ogilvey, Miss Ponsford, Mrs McKnally, Mr Williams and Mr Day and the late Mr Warner who were so very kind to an awkward little spud who grew up to love school.xxx
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
What`s for dinner Clarey?: Quistmas QuackersI have been wrapping presents t...
What`s for dinner Clarey?: Quistmas Quackers
I have been wrapping presents t...: Quistmas Quackers I have been wrapping presents tonight determined not to be doing so at 3am 25.12.13 as usual! I think I need to get ...
I have been wrapping presents t...: Quistmas Quackers I have been wrapping presents tonight determined not to be doing so at 3am 25.12.13 as usual! I think I need to get ...
Quistmas Quackers
I have been wrapping presents tonight determined not to be doing so at 3am 25.12.13 as usual!
I think I need to get one of those sellotape dispensers, a bottle of mulled wine , The Now 99 Christmas CD and my "Feast your eyes on my mince pies "slightly rude Tshirt on.
My sweetheart darling Mum used to wrap in the early hours after a few sherries I`m guessing with hilarious results. Mixed up labels would have us hysterical with laughter as we swapped Top Gun for Pretty Woman, thongs for cricket boxes, she was our Mummy Christmas and we adored her for her nuttiness if she were one of Santa`s reindeer she`d be "Slapdasher" no doubt.
Maybe she had the right idea. We put ourselves under too much pressure to be perfect with the right wrapping and the right gift. I`ll settle for spending it with Mr Right and a nice bottle of fizz.
I have had an Epiphany(just like the three wise men!) They arrived weeks late and I`m sure baby Jesus was underwhelmed with his Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh. But I`m sure they weren`t apologetic!Christmas is going to be fun this year, with mixed up labels and no sprouts-(nobody likes them so why spend hours peeling the little farters!!) Fun should not be an F word . Which leads me to the title of my writing tonight.
One Christmas in our house Matty was having hammer troubles and broke something and shouted the F word loudly. Lily the next day (aged 2) broke the head off one of her Barbies and said "Mummy she`s F***ed!" Right context wrong word.
"Lily darling you really mustn`t use the F word, it`s a bad word"
"Daddy said it"
"I know but you mustn`t"
"Well James said the "Qu" word"
"What`s the Qu word , there isn`t a swear word starting with Qu"
"Qwap (crap!!)"
I hope none of us go Qwistmas quackers or have a qwap time this year.xxx
Melanies mountains from Mars
As a student one Christmas I appeared on "This Morning" with my friend Mel, I made curry in a Yorkshire pudding, she made these, we made Richard Madeley go "Yum!" and made Judy jealous needless to say we didn`t win!
200g butter
6 mars bars
200g rice crispies
250g milk chocolate
Melt the butter and bars and mix into crispies, put in mountains to set, top with melted choc, leave to set.
More Qwistmas wecipes tomorrow!
Sunday, 17 November 2013
What`s for dinner Clarey?: Someone always wants to Pi*$ on your fireworks!I...
What`s for dinner Clarey?: Someone always wants to Pi*$ on your fireworks!
I...: Someone always wants to Pi*$ on your fireworks! I`ve recently decided I`m not a glass half empty or a glass half full kind of a gal. I`m i...
I...: Someone always wants to Pi*$ on your fireworks! I`ve recently decided I`m not a glass half empty or a glass half full kind of a gal. I`m i...
Someone always wants to Pi*$ on your fireworks!
I`ve recently decided I`m not a glass half empty or a glass half full kind of a gal. I`m in the we`re all bloody lucky to have a glass and something in it school of thought.
My name means light or bright and clear and that`s how I try to be on a daily basis. Shining a little light on whatever shadows draw in around me and my brood. I may be completely wrong, my name may actually mean clownish, thick dullard but noone`s ever going to buy a keyring with that on. I for one prefer to be a bobby dazzler as often as possible.
I love all variations of light, candle light makes you look less wrinkly, firelight makes you feel safe and warm and a teensy bit frisky on occasion! Fairy lights make every night Christmas in our living room. Like an old moth to the flame I am instinctively drawn to the light.
So last weekend, on a particularly dark Saturday I rang up our little cracker, Grandma Betty, to see how she was. She said "ok" but her voice said different. Living alone is a problem for so many older people. Betty`s house is always warm and welcoming, she has over the years been a beacon of light to children who needed somewhere lovely to stay for Christmas or for holidays. But as we burn our candles at both ends , it is increasingly difficult to spend enough time with her. Loneliness is a dark disease we close our curtains on. So we jumped in the car and went to see her. We had a gorgeous sunny time, going out for lunch and icecreams at Parkgate as Autumn gave it`s last but sweetest smile. We all felt better for a few hours in each others company, our wild rumpuses, messiness and ability to use every dish in the house only brought smiles as we all mucked in to tidy away the weekend. Just as we were leaving we thought we`d have a fine finale to our stay and set off some fireworks. They were rather tame and Grandma "Oooed" and "Aaahed" obediently but quite frankly, she wanted a nice Irish coffee and a sit down and was really rather underwhelmed. Spurred on by her faint praise Matty went to the garage and produced "The Cluster bomb" for Betty`s delight.
This 16 rocket monstrosity was guaranteed to thrill the grumpiest of Grandmas and Jimmy proudly prepared to film it on his phone. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! Two beautiful fountainous showers of stars exploded above us before it all went slightly Vietnam. The other 14 rockets came at us sideways for the next terrifying two minutes. With all thoughts of Help the Aged pushed aside the children stampeded back inside shoving Grandma behind the green waste bin. One scudded across Matty`s face leaving a scorch mark down his cheek the Red Baron would have been proud of. Jimmy took one in the leg but was scorched thankfully not burned. Jemima thought it was all planned and "awesome" the neighbours thought there had been a murder and I just calmly walked inside and poured myself a pint of Yellow tail Shiraz for my nerves.
The moral of the story is...someone will always want to pi$$ on your fireworks in life, don`t make it worse by bringing out a cluster bomb to impress them. You have nothing to prove. You shine your own particular light in the World , just keep twinkling, even when days are dark.
Gorgeous Grandma curried cauliflower soup
When we visit Betty we always have a soup competition. Here is this week`s effort, for Betty a lady who has hidden her considerable light under a bushell for 80 years and she`s not getting it out for anyone!
1 large cauliflower
1 tbs curry powder (hot)
1 pint milk
sugar
salt
nutmeg
4oz mature cheddar grated
cream to swirl
Boil the cauliflower in enough water with a tbs of sugar until soft. Add a pint of milk, curry powder
and blitz with a soup wand. Add enough cream, cheese, seasoning until it tastes like a fabulous cauliflower cheese in a bowl. Drink politely with someone older , who has lived throught WW2 and the Liverpool blitz who never lets it show but she would never pi** on your fireworks! xx
I`ve recently decided I`m not a glass half empty or a glass half full kind of a gal. I`m in the we`re all bloody lucky to have a glass and something in it school of thought.
My name means light or bright and clear and that`s how I try to be on a daily basis. Shining a little light on whatever shadows draw in around me and my brood. I may be completely wrong, my name may actually mean clownish, thick dullard but noone`s ever going to buy a keyring with that on. I for one prefer to be a bobby dazzler as often as possible.
I love all variations of light, candle light makes you look less wrinkly, firelight makes you feel safe and warm and a teensy bit frisky on occasion! Fairy lights make every night Christmas in our living room. Like an old moth to the flame I am instinctively drawn to the light.
So last weekend, on a particularly dark Saturday I rang up our little cracker, Grandma Betty, to see how she was. She said "ok" but her voice said different. Living alone is a problem for so many older people. Betty`s house is always warm and welcoming, she has over the years been a beacon of light to children who needed somewhere lovely to stay for Christmas or for holidays. But as we burn our candles at both ends , it is increasingly difficult to spend enough time with her. Loneliness is a dark disease we close our curtains on. So we jumped in the car and went to see her. We had a gorgeous sunny time, going out for lunch and icecreams at Parkgate as Autumn gave it`s last but sweetest smile. We all felt better for a few hours in each others company, our wild rumpuses, messiness and ability to use every dish in the house only brought smiles as we all mucked in to tidy away the weekend. Just as we were leaving we thought we`d have a fine finale to our stay and set off some fireworks. They were rather tame and Grandma "Oooed" and "Aaahed" obediently but quite frankly, she wanted a nice Irish coffee and a sit down and was really rather underwhelmed. Spurred on by her faint praise Matty went to the garage and produced "The Cluster bomb" for Betty`s delight.
This 16 rocket monstrosity was guaranteed to thrill the grumpiest of Grandmas and Jimmy proudly prepared to film it on his phone. WHOOSH! WHOOSH! Two beautiful fountainous showers of stars exploded above us before it all went slightly Vietnam. The other 14 rockets came at us sideways for the next terrifying two minutes. With all thoughts of Help the Aged pushed aside the children stampeded back inside shoving Grandma behind the green waste bin. One scudded across Matty`s face leaving a scorch mark down his cheek the Red Baron would have been proud of. Jimmy took one in the leg but was scorched thankfully not burned. Jemima thought it was all planned and "awesome" the neighbours thought there had been a murder and I just calmly walked inside and poured myself a pint of Yellow tail Shiraz for my nerves.
The moral of the story is...someone will always want to pi$$ on your fireworks in life, don`t make it worse by bringing out a cluster bomb to impress them. You have nothing to prove. You shine your own particular light in the World , just keep twinkling, even when days are dark.
Gorgeous Grandma curried cauliflower soup
When we visit Betty we always have a soup competition. Here is this week`s effort, for Betty a lady who has hidden her considerable light under a bushell for 80 years and she`s not getting it out for anyone!
1 large cauliflower
1 tbs curry powder (hot)
1 pint milk
sugar
salt
nutmeg
4oz mature cheddar grated
cream to swirl
Boil the cauliflower in enough water with a tbs of sugar until soft. Add a pint of milk, curry powder
and blitz with a soup wand. Add enough cream, cheese, seasoning until it tastes like a fabulous cauliflower cheese in a bowl. Drink politely with someone older , who has lived throught WW2 and the Liverpool blitz who never lets it show but she would never pi** on your fireworks! xx
Tuesday, 12 November 2013
The Bodrum
When I was a student in Manchester in the late 80s no sugar Daddies were to be found. I had been used to York , all cobbled streets and teashops and razzing around in my mum`s Suzuki jeep.
Life at University wasn`t as much fun as I had been told! First, living in Moss side was a rather large eye opener. One day a man jumped over our back gate, phoned for an escape driver all whilst I was making curry in the kitchen. Fortunately I was living with a 7ft Barabadian at the time called Godfrey or "God" as he was known to his adoring hareem. As my heart was literally pounding out of my chest as the fugitive sat panting on the sofa, Godfrey padded through to the living room , still in his sleeping bag and proceeded to calm the guy down and then he was gone in a puff of smoke.
My dearest friend Emerald lived with me too and being a Yorkie like me she also found the Manchester scene less than scenic!We held each others hands making one another marmite toast and tea and sympathy as hearts got broken along the way. She is still my most precious friend in the World. Like me Emma had to have a part time job to survive in Manchester. So we went to the Arndale Centre , Em in River Island and me in Top Shop but we made more than money there, we made friends with real people. Later I worked in The Bodrum Turkish restaurant and made fantastic friends. There was Maria from Malta and Garo from Turkey, Dionne the delicious belly dancer and Mohammed the Morroccan chef. The chef once asked if he could walk me home, to which I agreed , he was a little disappointed to find I lived upstairs, so our romantic walk was short! I met a wonderful Chemistry professor called Brian, who I waited on for years, when I graduated he took me out for dinner, at you`ve guessed it The Bodrum. What a gentleman, giggling in a cloud of Capstan full strength, he was quite grandpaternal to me , but if I`d have been born in another time I would have been happy to cook for him all his life. So sad the days that are no more . Every Saturday to make extra money I would make chocolate roulade for the restaurant. If I had come from a rich background, my life at University wouldn`t have been half so rich. The melange of people and jobs I had to deal with to struggle through makes me proud of my student days. I did meet a rather lovely Greek God there too , we went to see a football match at Rochdale and in the crowds afterwards he grabbed held of my hand and has been holding it tightly for the last 22 years.
Chocolate roulade
melt 8oz of plain chocolate over a bowl of hot water, separate two eggs and beat the yolks into the melted choc and then whisk the whites and fold in to make a simple mousse, add a couple of tbs of brandy now if you are a boozer like me.Put in fridge to set. Make roulade sponge.
Put 6 egg yolks in a bowl and whisk til thick, add 6oz caster sugar and 2oz cocoa whisk again.Whisk the whites til stiff , fold together.Bake in a greased swiss roll tin til springy to touch, gas4 for 25 mins.
When cooled, spread the mousse on cake whip 8floz double cream and top the choc.Roll up and put back in fridge to firm up, dust with icing sugar. Eat in the company of belly dancers, or your best friends.xx
When I was a student in Manchester in the late 80s no sugar Daddies were to be found. I had been used to York , all cobbled streets and teashops and razzing around in my mum`s Suzuki jeep.
Life at University wasn`t as much fun as I had been told! First, living in Moss side was a rather large eye opener. One day a man jumped over our back gate, phoned for an escape driver all whilst I was making curry in the kitchen. Fortunately I was living with a 7ft Barabadian at the time called Godfrey or "God" as he was known to his adoring hareem. As my heart was literally pounding out of my chest as the fugitive sat panting on the sofa, Godfrey padded through to the living room , still in his sleeping bag and proceeded to calm the guy down and then he was gone in a puff of smoke.
My dearest friend Emerald lived with me too and being a Yorkie like me she also found the Manchester scene less than scenic!We held each others hands making one another marmite toast and tea and sympathy as hearts got broken along the way. She is still my most precious friend in the World. Like me Emma had to have a part time job to survive in Manchester. So we went to the Arndale Centre , Em in River Island and me in Top Shop but we made more than money there, we made friends with real people. Later I worked in The Bodrum Turkish restaurant and made fantastic friends. There was Maria from Malta and Garo from Turkey, Dionne the delicious belly dancer and Mohammed the Morroccan chef. The chef once asked if he could walk me home, to which I agreed , he was a little disappointed to find I lived upstairs, so our romantic walk was short! I met a wonderful Chemistry professor called Brian, who I waited on for years, when I graduated he took me out for dinner, at you`ve guessed it The Bodrum. What a gentleman, giggling in a cloud of Capstan full strength, he was quite grandpaternal to me , but if I`d have been born in another time I would have been happy to cook for him all his life. So sad the days that are no more . Every Saturday to make extra money I would make chocolate roulade for the restaurant. If I had come from a rich background, my life at University wouldn`t have been half so rich. The melange of people and jobs I had to deal with to struggle through makes me proud of my student days. I did meet a rather lovely Greek God there too , we went to see a football match at Rochdale and in the crowds afterwards he grabbed held of my hand and has been holding it tightly for the last 22 years.
Chocolate roulade
melt 8oz of plain chocolate over a bowl of hot water, separate two eggs and beat the yolks into the melted choc and then whisk the whites and fold in to make a simple mousse, add a couple of tbs of brandy now if you are a boozer like me.Put in fridge to set. Make roulade sponge.
Put 6 egg yolks in a bowl and whisk til thick, add 6oz caster sugar and 2oz cocoa whisk again.Whisk the whites til stiff , fold together.Bake in a greased swiss roll tin til springy to touch, gas4 for 25 mins.
When cooled, spread the mousse on cake whip 8floz double cream and top the choc.Roll up and put back in fridge to firm up, dust with icing sugar. Eat in the company of belly dancers, or your best friends.xx
Sunday, 10 November 2013
What`s for dinner Clarey?: Remembrance dayI went to church today and shed a...
What`s for dinner Clarey?: Remembrance day
I went to church today and shed a...: Remembrance day I went to church today and shed a little tear for all the casualties of War. All the bright red poppies pinned to the hear...
I went to church today and shed a...: Remembrance day I went to church today and shed a little tear for all the casualties of War. All the bright red poppies pinned to the hear...
Remembrance day
I went to church today and shed a little tear for all the casualties of War. All the bright red poppies pinned to the hearts of people who had lost loved ones. We all have lost people we have loved in the daily battle that is life. I remember my gorgeous Nanna when I smell freesias or eat battenburg cake! I remember my wonderful grandmother Lucie when I see yellow roses and eat Rock buns her signature bakes.
If you have been privileged to have truly loved and lost, everyday is remembrance day
Rock buns
200g SR flour
100g butter cubed
1 egg
100g mixed fruit/peel
80g soft brown sugar
more sugar for dusting
Rub the butter into the flour to make breadcrumbs add the sugar, fruit and a little mixed spice, combine with the egg and a little milk if necessary to make a firm cake mixture. Spoon into 10 rock like balls and bake for 10-15 mins at 220 degrees gas mark 5. Sprinkle with a little caster sugar and cinnammon before wolfing down , or double the quantities and put half in a tin to produce all "Gaggy-like" when a cake, cuddle and a cup of tea is required. :)
You never forget how your Grandma made you feel.
I went to church today and shed a little tear for all the casualties of War. All the bright red poppies pinned to the hearts of people who had lost loved ones. We all have lost people we have loved in the daily battle that is life. I remember my gorgeous Nanna when I smell freesias or eat battenburg cake! I remember my wonderful grandmother Lucie when I see yellow roses and eat Rock buns her signature bakes.
If you have been privileged to have truly loved and lost, everyday is remembrance day
Rock buns
200g SR flour
100g butter cubed
1 egg
100g mixed fruit/peel
80g soft brown sugar
more sugar for dusting
Rub the butter into the flour to make breadcrumbs add the sugar, fruit and a little mixed spice, combine with the egg and a little milk if necessary to make a firm cake mixture. Spoon into 10 rock like balls and bake for 10-15 mins at 220 degrees gas mark 5. Sprinkle with a little caster sugar and cinnammon before wolfing down , or double the quantities and put half in a tin to produce all "Gaggy-like" when a cake, cuddle and a cup of tea is required. :)
You never forget how your Grandma made you feel.
Friday, 8 November 2013
What`s for dinner Clarey?: The Hills are alive!Kendal is an old grey town n...
What`s for dinner Clarey?: The Hills are alive!
Kendal is an old grey town n...: The Hills are alive! Kendal is an old grey town nestled in the lap of the beautiful Howgill fells, home of Kendal Mintcake, Mountain ware...
Kendal is an old grey town n...: The Hills are alive! Kendal is an old grey town nestled in the lap of the beautiful Howgill fells, home of Kendal Mintcake, Mountain ware...
The Hills are alive!
Kendal is an old grey town nestled in the lap of the beautiful Howgill fells, home of Kendal Mintcake, Mountain warehouse and Team Neal .
The town council have come up with a genius acronym for developing this mecca of Charity shops the "Kendal regeneration action plan" or "KRAP" is not a figment of my slightly childish imagination it is for real.
So it was with trepidation this week that I agreed to go and see the local amateur production of "The Sound of Music" put on by Kendal amateur operatic society or KAOS!
Crap and Chaos spelt with a K pretty much sums up the past decade of my life up here in the rainiest place on Earth!! Newsflash!!
I absolutely flipping LOVED it and cried buckets throughout, much to my children`s harrumphing embarrassment. I hadn`t watched the film since I was a child and to me it brought back the memories of many marvellous Christmas Day afternoons , presents massacred, turkey demolished and my two best buddies my brothers Tim and Jamie to play with.
The best memory was when I had a rather sumo wrestlingesque joust with big brother Tim as we grappled over the TV remote. He wanted to watch "Planet of the apes" and I wanted Fraulein Maria. I think I won the fight but only because he bent my thumb back so far he broke it!
So the musical transported me back to the halcyon days of being a child with Christmas on it`s way. Afterwards we went back stage for Lily to congratulate one of her lovely friends who was in the show. I had taught Captain Von Trapp`s little boy years ago and as he strode past ready to fight his way through the army of granny fans outside he said hello and gave me a peck on the cheek.
"My Mum kissed Captain Von Trapp!" was Jemima`s circle time boast the day after. I don`t care if her teachers think I am a slummy mummy leiderhosen fancier. I skipped home having escaped the Kendal gloom for an evening. The sound of music, or any music really does lift us up in these dark days before Christmas rescues us from the brink with it`s sparkles and shine.
I am happy to report I am going to my brother Tim`s for Christmas! I cannot wait! I am going to buy "The planet of the apes" and "The Sound of music"on DVD and we can fight it out over a big bottle of chateau neuf du pape! The Clarey Regeneration Action Plan (Crap) is also in full swing , half a stone down , the mass of a small Oompa Loompa to go. I am looking forward to Chrimbo when I will surely regain all that has been lost, all my love handles but most importantly oceans of time with my brother, my perfect gift.
Reindeer biscuits
6oz butter
3oz caster sugar
9oz plain flour
cherries
chocolate icing
curly wurly minis
gingerbreadman cutter
put the butter and sugar and flour in a bowl and rub in, squeeze the dough together and cut out with a gingerbread man cutter. bake the biscuits for 10 mins at gas mark 4.
When cooled turn upsidedown to give a perfect reindeer face shape. Use the chocolate icing to draw on eyes and cement a glace cherry nose. Put mini curlwurly antlers on, attach with icing. Ho Ho Ho!
Eat with your brothers and sisters as a peace offering after you`ve had a pre Boxing day bust up!
Monday, 4 November 2013
What`s for dinner Clarey?: When I was a BrownieIn the 70s I was a Brownie. ...
What`s for dinner Clarey?: When I was a Brownie
In the 70s I was a Brownie. ...: When I was a Brownie In the 70s I was a Brownie. We had a brown beret and a brown shirt dress with lots of pockets, containing a clean han...
In the 70s I was a Brownie. ...: When I was a Brownie In the 70s I was a Brownie. We had a brown beret and a brown shirt dress with lots of pockets, containing a clean han...
When I was a Brownie
In the 70s I was a Brownie. We had a brown beret and a brown shirt dress with lots of pockets, containing a clean hankie and 2p in case of emergency so you could go to the local phone box and call the police or your Mum or both.
I was a sixer , which meant you were really important(bossy) and we got to sing "we`re Brownie friends!" as we jumped over a fairy toadstool. I was in the Leprachaun pack and we got to do crazy stuff like "The Hostess badge" where you basically had to make someone a cup of tea and put it on a tray with a packet of Nice biscuits and deliver it to Brown owl without sloshing it in the saucer.
Well one Halloween I think I ate about ten hot dogs at the United Reform Church hall Brownie jamboree and drank rather alot of Pepsi Cola and somehow managed to jump on the aforementioned toadstool and broke it. I think I might have said "bollocks" innocently as I wasn`t sure what that word meant but my Dad used it when upset. I think I was given a dishonourable discharge from the pack and never did manage to get that bloody "Hostess badge".
Ahh the toadstools in our memories that we have to overleap, I`m still a bit bossy, still ring my mum in an emergency, married a 6 ft leprachaun and my favourite saying "Bollocks" will be on my tombstone!
Bollocks to the Hostess badge Brownies
450g unsalted butter
450g plain chocolate(posh high cocoa variety)
8eggs
450g dark brown sugar
220g plain flour
160g white chocolate chips
80g walnuts chopped
icing sugar
Over a pan of just off the boil water, melt butter and choc in a pyrex bowl. Mix up the sugar and eggs until thick, whack it all in a mixer for 10 mins to achieve this, stir in the buttery choc mixture and finally fold in the nuts, flour and choc chips.Bake in a tin for 35mins gas mark 3 /170C. Leave to cool dust with icing sugar.
Eat on a toadstool with a leprachaun.
In the 70s I was a Brownie. We had a brown beret and a brown shirt dress with lots of pockets, containing a clean hankie and 2p in case of emergency so you could go to the local phone box and call the police or your Mum or both.
I was a sixer , which meant you were really important(bossy) and we got to sing "we`re Brownie friends!" as we jumped over a fairy toadstool. I was in the Leprachaun pack and we got to do crazy stuff like "The Hostess badge" where you basically had to make someone a cup of tea and put it on a tray with a packet of Nice biscuits and deliver it to Brown owl without sloshing it in the saucer.
Well one Halloween I think I ate about ten hot dogs at the United Reform Church hall Brownie jamboree and drank rather alot of Pepsi Cola and somehow managed to jump on the aforementioned toadstool and broke it. I think I might have said "bollocks" innocently as I wasn`t sure what that word meant but my Dad used it when upset. I think I was given a dishonourable discharge from the pack and never did manage to get that bloody "Hostess badge".
Ahh the toadstools in our memories that we have to overleap, I`m still a bit bossy, still ring my mum in an emergency, married a 6 ft leprachaun and my favourite saying "Bollocks" will be on my tombstone!
Bollocks to the Hostess badge Brownies
450g unsalted butter
450g plain chocolate(posh high cocoa variety)
8eggs
450g dark brown sugar
220g plain flour
160g white chocolate chips
80g walnuts chopped
icing sugar
Over a pan of just off the boil water, melt butter and choc in a pyrex bowl. Mix up the sugar and eggs until thick, whack it all in a mixer for 10 mins to achieve this, stir in the buttery choc mixture and finally fold in the nuts, flour and choc chips.Bake in a tin for 35mins gas mark 3 /170C. Leave to cool dust with icing sugar.
Eat on a toadstool with a leprachaun.
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