When I was a kid, we only had shortbread at Christmas. Mum made shortbread, melting moments, White Christmas and rum balls once a year and we thought they were the bee’s knees. She would make them well before Christmas but we weren’t allowed to eat them unless we had guests and only then if it was a “Christmas visit”. Continue reading
Firstly, let me apologise for the grainy (appropriate, as it turns out) photos in this post. All the photos have been taken with my phone. I left my camera in Perth. My tripod is here but no bloody camera. I can’t believe I did it, especially as I planned to do an “In My Kitchen” post. “Oh well, shit happens,” as they say. Continue reading
I pre-empted this post last week. These biscuits are the result of a search I did in Eat Your Books. I restricted my search to baking, then to walnuts and these guys popped up… and I am glad they did.
In my Widow’s Kisses post, I said they were a jackpot. There were three reasons for that statement. Firstly, they taste great. Secondly, they were made in the food processor, therefore, only took a few minutes to put together. Thirdly, and most importantly, you pipe them rather than shape them.
I bet you are wondering why the piping won the most important guernsey. Continue reading
We needed biscuits and we needed biscuits badly. I go through stages where I don’t make anything sweet because “I’m too fat” or “They are bad for us” or a similar wimpish reason. I don’t know why I refrain. When there is nothing sweet in the house, we just go on a rampage searching here and there for anything remotely sweet. We have even been known to eat cooking chocolate when things were desperate. Continue reading
The other week, Maus came into the study and said “I feel like a date pillow”. As I am sure you all know by now, Maus’ wish is my command.
I interpreted what she said as ” I want you to make me a date slice.” I stored the information away. “I can do that,” I thought. “I have some date paste that needs a purpose. I could kill two birds with one stone.” Continue reading
… You always need to be writing about something new. This is all very well in the first year of your blog. You have a lifetime of favourite recipes to write about. However, slowly but surely, you exhaust your repertoire. Then what?