Ok, so I have been reprimanded for being slack again but I have been busy, and in my defence there has only been a small amount of cooking in the last week. That doesn’t sound like much of a defence does it.
Tuesday night was the quiz. We came second again. AGAIN. Turns out I do not take defeat well. In fact, I’d prefer not to take it at all. We eye balled the competition and they are WAY older than us. In quizzes age is a distinct advantage. We are using this as an excuse. Not to mention the fact that I am almost the youngest member in the team (apart from the husband, I am one part cradle snatcher or two parts Cougar) and still called on to answer the questions about Beatles lyrics – In Eleanor Rigby which of the following was not mentioned – Darning his socks, smoking his pipe or died in the church. First correct answer wins a jar of jam.
This brings me to another interesting point. I was lucky enough be invited to the opening of Savour NZ on Thursday at the Langham and met a couple of people who have occasionally tuned in to the blog. I think I may have surprised them a little. Perhaps there is a late Fifties woman in me doing the writing? Did the knitting and the crocheting do that? To put it in quiz format, I’m too young to have been Elvis’s love child and old enough to have been around (all though not reliably continent) when Bucks Fizz won the Eurovision song contest. Hopefully that gives you a rough ballpark.
Enough about me – back to the baking. Monday was my only week night in so I made caramel nut loaf which has dates in it and honey tea cakes. The loaf wasn’t too bad but could have benefited from a liberal application of butter. I forgot to put baking powder in the honey tea buns. Such a shame as they looked quite nice – hone, ginger and a little orange zest. Seemed rather a shame that they were somewhat more dense than could be rationally explained away.
Saturday I was quite busy running around doing this and that but I did make a little time for Edmonds. I made Sardine Napolitaines. I have a confession to make, I had never eaten sardines before. I haven’t canvassed enough of the general populous to know whether this is normal but I also discovered that I definitely don’t like sardines and that no amount of tomato sauce and cheese will be changing that. Just too fishy which is odd considering I like anchovies and salted pilticks. Go figure.
Sunday was the baking marathon. I got up at eight which was quite a good effort for Sunday I thought – especially as when I left at 10 the husband had not managed to permanently evacuate his (our) flea pit. We have not reached the ideal 1950’s situation of kind single beds. There is always time.
I have strayed off topic again. I had to get up at eight to do baking for Football. Apparently, ladies still need to bring a plate even when they are playing. I made Chelsea buns, which were in reality just cinnamon pinwheels, and chocolate peppermint cake. Both went quite well but the husband was most upset when no baking deliveries were made to bed. Hmmmmm, no answer to that is there.
Tuesday night was the quiz. We came second again. AGAIN. Turns out I do not take defeat well. In fact, I’d prefer not to take it at all. We eye balled the competition and they are WAY older than us. In quizzes age is a distinct advantage. We are using this as an excuse. Not to mention the fact that I am almost the youngest member in the team (apart from the husband, I am one part cradle snatcher or two parts Cougar) and still called on to answer the questions about Beatles lyrics – In Eleanor Rigby which of the following was not mentioned – Darning his socks, smoking his pipe or died in the church. First correct answer wins a jar of jam.
This brings me to another interesting point. I was lucky enough be invited to the opening of Savour NZ on Thursday at the Langham and met a couple of people who have occasionally tuned in to the blog. I think I may have surprised them a little. Perhaps there is a late Fifties woman in me doing the writing? Did the knitting and the crocheting do that? To put it in quiz format, I’m too young to have been Elvis’s love child and old enough to have been around (all though not reliably continent) when Bucks Fizz won the Eurovision song contest. Hopefully that gives you a rough ballpark.
Enough about me – back to the baking. Monday was my only week night in so I made caramel nut loaf which has dates in it and honey tea cakes. The loaf wasn’t too bad but could have benefited from a liberal application of butter. I forgot to put baking powder in the honey tea buns. Such a shame as they looked quite nice – hone, ginger and a little orange zest. Seemed rather a shame that they were somewhat more dense than could be rationally explained away.
Saturday I was quite busy running around doing this and that but I did make a little time for Edmonds. I made Sardine Napolitaines. I have a confession to make, I had never eaten sardines before. I haven’t canvassed enough of the general populous to know whether this is normal but I also discovered that I definitely don’t like sardines and that no amount of tomato sauce and cheese will be changing that. Just too fishy which is odd considering I like anchovies and salted pilticks. Go figure.
Sunday was the baking marathon. I got up at eight which was quite a good effort for Sunday I thought – especially as when I left at 10 the husband had not managed to permanently evacuate his (our) flea pit. We have not reached the ideal 1950’s situation of kind single beds. There is always time.
I have strayed off topic again. I had to get up at eight to do baking for Football. Apparently, ladies still need to bring a plate even when they are playing. I made Chelsea buns, which were in reality just cinnamon pinwheels, and chocolate peppermint cake. Both went quite well but the husband was most upset when no baking deliveries were made to bed. Hmmmmm, no answer to that is there.
We lost Football by the way. The other team turned up. This has always been an omen of doom for us. It also rained. Rained is an understatement – if you were in Auckland then cast your mind back to Sunday lunch time. I was spectacularly sodden, the only bit of luck I had was the remote for my car still working.
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