What`s for dinner Clarey?: Christmas
Yes its crept up on me again rattling i...: Christmas Yes its crept up on me again rattling it`s paper chains like Jacob Marley and I am not ready to even contemplate the ghost of Ch...
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Christmas
Yes its crept up on me again rattling it`s paper chains like Jacob Marley and I am not ready to even contemplate the ghost of Christmas present or future. I can just close my eyes and I am transported back to the past when Christmas was exciting and special and my Grandad Poppa Roy was alive. I can picture him now sashaying down the hall at Greencliffe Drive, party hat all cockeyed , bottle of Hock on the cork cabinet and a tin full of homemade lemon curd tarts and mince pies in his sights. He was big hearted but sadly weak hearted and was under strict doctors orders not to overindulge. The patron saint of pork pies and savoury ducks had other ideas clearly. My Grandparents house was very tidy I remember, it smelled of furniture polish and fruit in a wooden bowl. There was always a lovely welcome waiting for you and usually a pan of homemade soup.
My Grandfather was quite simply one of the best. He was a social worker after retiring from the police force and his bright orange Beetle was his trade mark as he pootled around York placing children in need into foster homes. A giant of a man but as gentle as a lamb. He was to me just perfect. Always proud of us, never critical ,unconditional love was free for the taking.He died 22 years ago and left such a hole in all of our hearts, that has little by little been filled by my Matty and each new baby as they have come along with blue eyes just like his as polished as Whitby jet.
He left a legacy of Love to us all and I want my family to know they are cut from the same cloth of someone extra special. Not a captain of industry or multi millionaire, he was just skipper of all our hearts and a man in a million. I will start getting festive now and put up my tree and count all my blessings, because someone as sparky as he does not just evaporate, flickers and faint rendolences of the man he was are still alight in my home and my family. The best things in life are not gift wrapped or hands free.
Happy healthy children all sitting round the fire , blonde and blue eyed just like Poppa is his gift to me.
Right in honour of Poppa`s fruit bowl and terrible sweet tooth I have made sticky toffee banana pudding tonight, God he`d have loved it!
6 ripe bananas
4oz butter
6oz SR Flour
6oz soft brown sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp bicarb
Toffee sauce
6oz soft brown sugar
4oz butter
150ml double cream
To make the sponge melt the butter and sugar in a pan and add flour, mashed bananas and eggs and stir until a runny melted mixture is made, add the bicarb and take off heat add a little milk if not dropping consistency.
Bake in a medium oven for about 15-20 mins until springy to touch.
To make toffee sauce melt all ingredients and simmer until a thick consistency and golden colour is achieved, pour over sponge and serve with more cream on top, whilst wearing a party hat at a jaunty angle of course!
I know this Christmas story might seem far fetched to some but if I get to meet my Poppa again then I`m keeping my angel wings crossed.xxx
Yes its crept up on me again rattling it`s paper chains like Jacob Marley and I am not ready to even contemplate the ghost of Christmas present or future. I can just close my eyes and I am transported back to the past when Christmas was exciting and special and my Grandad Poppa Roy was alive. I can picture him now sashaying down the hall at Greencliffe Drive, party hat all cockeyed , bottle of Hock on the cork cabinet and a tin full of homemade lemon curd tarts and mince pies in his sights. He was big hearted but sadly weak hearted and was under strict doctors orders not to overindulge. The patron saint of pork pies and savoury ducks had other ideas clearly. My Grandparents house was very tidy I remember, it smelled of furniture polish and fruit in a wooden bowl. There was always a lovely welcome waiting for you and usually a pan of homemade soup.
My Grandfather was quite simply one of the best. He was a social worker after retiring from the police force and his bright orange Beetle was his trade mark as he pootled around York placing children in need into foster homes. A giant of a man but as gentle as a lamb. He was to me just perfect. Always proud of us, never critical ,unconditional love was free for the taking.He died 22 years ago and left such a hole in all of our hearts, that has little by little been filled by my Matty and each new baby as they have come along with blue eyes just like his as polished as Whitby jet.
He left a legacy of Love to us all and I want my family to know they are cut from the same cloth of someone extra special. Not a captain of industry or multi millionaire, he was just skipper of all our hearts and a man in a million. I will start getting festive now and put up my tree and count all my blessings, because someone as sparky as he does not just evaporate, flickers and faint rendolences of the man he was are still alight in my home and my family. The best things in life are not gift wrapped or hands free.
Happy healthy children all sitting round the fire , blonde and blue eyed just like Poppa is his gift to me.
Right in honour of Poppa`s fruit bowl and terrible sweet tooth I have made sticky toffee banana pudding tonight, God he`d have loved it!
6 ripe bananas
4oz butter
6oz SR Flour
6oz soft brown sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp bicarb
Toffee sauce
6oz soft brown sugar
4oz butter
150ml double cream
To make the sponge melt the butter and sugar in a pan and add flour, mashed bananas and eggs and stir until a runny melted mixture is made, add the bicarb and take off heat add a little milk if not dropping consistency.
Bake in a medium oven for about 15-20 mins until springy to touch.
To make toffee sauce melt all ingredients and simmer until a thick consistency and golden colour is achieved, pour over sponge and serve with more cream on top, whilst wearing a party hat at a jaunty angle of course!
I know this Christmas story might seem far fetched to some but if I get to meet my Poppa again then I`m keeping my angel wings crossed.xxx
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