Happy Sunday Folks! Well I made my Chocolate Guinness cake as I said I would and now I`m going to show off like mad! It has to be the best cake I have ever made. I know because I`ve been eating it.....a lot. I think perhaps I`ve put on a stone since yesterday. Well probably not, but with the calorie-laden ingredients that went into it I wouldn`t be surprised if I`m about to! Jim took a couple of piccis of it and it looks just like the one Nigella made! Kerry and Slava came round especially to try out the cake. These are the comments it recieved :
Ummmm....very nice, very nice ! Slava, well he`s Russian and that is a compliment coming from him.
`That`s really nice, like one of those cordon bleu cake thingys........you know, gateau, . Why can`t I make cakes like this.....the toppings a bit sickly though`
Kerry, who never, ever gives compliments. So that is praise indeed.
`That is definetely the best cake you have ever made ( as he tucks into his third slice) what are you doing for tea tonight ?`
Jim, bless him, he does love his food!
As for Danny , I haven`t heard from him for a couple of days but Kerry saw him last night so I sent him a big slice to show how much his mum loves him! I was going to publish the pic of my boootiful cake but I`m having problems with publishing my pics on my journal at the moment. Its been a lovely warm Autumn day with more than a hint of the sun shining through. Jimhas fixed the roof tile temporarily and that should see us ok till we find the man who can fix the tile permanently. I`m using Kerry`s washing machine and all seems well with the world, in fact I`ll just go and have another piece of cake.............
THE SEASONS
Whi in the Spring walks with me,breathing in the soft sweet air?
Sits beneath a leafy bough and listens to the cookoo`s call?
Who indeed but a loyal friend - someone who is always there,
In attune with my every mood,
My dog.
In Summer too when days are long and hot,
We find a quiet shady spot and lazily wait for evening to fall,
To stroll along a sandy beach, with lapping waves just out of reach
At peace with the world and each other,
Me and my dog.
Autumn comes and with it brings
An icy chill o`er moor and glen.
Trees stand stark their leaves all shed
It seems we are the only ones to venture out,
Wrapped up against the wind and fog,
Me and my dog.
A crisp and frosty Winter`s day,
As through the woods we briskly walk.
A robin calls his merry tune and through the trees a deer we stalk.
Chasing after this and that until my whistle calls him to heel.
We both turn and head for home,
Me and my dog.
Patricia Monger, Newbury.
2 comments:
Well, you certainly made my mouth water!!!! I saw the recipe but did not read through as things I really like are usually banned to me these days. Does not sound as if there is much left. Why are you having probs with pictures. I can get them on o.k? If you need any help just let me know.
Oh a diabetic nightmare!
Sounds good!
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