For that matter you could come back to the jar and find your knife-marks in it from the day before, not a sea of brown.
The plastic catering tubs moved over first, at least to my recollection.
mutter mutter mutter bound over to keep the peace mutter conspiring to cause explosions mutter mutter next time I won’t tell anybody and then it’s not a conspiracy mutter mutter mutter
I bought it, & adapted it for BiL’s GS’ wedding, in 2018, Soo. The wedding was in an Hotel, & I wasn’t sure of the room, or the formality of the occasion, so went for height rather than width!
I ordered it from the Debenhams sale, & they sent the wrong one, but it was still big* enuff to work with, so I did…
*I am nottan ‘slight’ person, as Late MiL used to say, so needed summat abit dramatic, so that it didn’t look like a pea onna drum.
I tilted the whole edifice to the left , as it wasn’t set properly, &
added an extra hairband lined with velvet too, as I needed the security.
DiL is even less ‘slight’ than me, & looks fabulous innit.
There will be Photies, & I do have permission to share them.
Carinthia. xx
Very happy sigh. You are Amazingly Gifted, Carinthia.
Soo xx
I suspect that I may have felt you were humouring me…
[Stands carefully to one side]
Popcorn! Knives! Getcher popcorn and knives here!
Death in the Morning
If or when you stab me
(over breakfast and arguments) not only
Will I be the lump on your knife
(bleeding incrimination), I also
Will be toast.
Brava!
Soo xx
Oh soo, Twiglets are another very sore point. Now they are definitely not what they used to be, labelled ‘original’ or not labelled ‘original’. The original original, the long ones in a box, that disappeared centuries ago, were infinitely superior. Crunchier but not as hard, didn’t taste ‘overbaked’ as they do now, and much more Marmitey.
Seconded!
But, given the choice (at C-mas gathering) of Pringles or Twiglets - which would you choose? I agree about the latter’s decline.
Soo xx
No contest.
Both.
That’s my gal.
Soo xx
The first cat I ever knew, the one who failed to smother me in infancy, would steal twiglets and lick 'em clean. Soggy, I’ll grant you, but very clean indeed.
The Ma made savoury pinwheels from offcuts of cheese pastry spread with The Marmite of Yore: dead good, they were.
You never see cheese footballs these days (the paste inside was both disgusting and utterly addictive) or those little hearts/spades/clubs/diamonds cheesy in all senses cocktail biscuits. Feel a bit sorry for the kids of today…
Snork!
Dinner is to be served.
Soo xx
That sounds utterly wonderful, my mouth is watering at the thought.
It was, wasn’t it? I remember not being able to stop eating them.
Depends on the Pringle. The plain ones taste of nothing at all to me, S&V and C&O are quite dull, but the other flavours are rather more pleasing.
Alas, I think they had been declared terminally naff before I could meet 'em. (I mean, you can buy things now that call themselves that, but who knows?)
I see biscuit (“cookie”) cutters in those shapes on HugeSouthAmericanRiver, but not the thing itself. Does one dye them different colours?
Much smaller than the cookie cutters, about fingernail size (yes, I know that isn’t an SI unit) and unashamedly biscuit-coloured.
I feel that one could at least do light and dark roasting.
No, Bird, one could not: when a biscuit is done, it’s done. ‘Rare’ and ‘well-done’ are concepts that do not apply to baking.
