What a good idea wee birdie
Bacon butties to keep the chill out?
What a good idea wee birdie
Bacon butties to keep the chill out?
I have to go out, so have ordered an taxi.
Managed to get me warm-lined leather boots on. I have suède Shoesies, but I donât think that I would have boots.
A friend has Uggs, but they offer no support that I can see.
Carinthia. xx
My boots are a leather mock croc and suede type
Western style
https://www.zara.com/ie/en/combined-split-suede-heel-boots-p12013410.html?v1=403091055
And so comfy
Slag Wellies!
Oh dearie me
Will they tell you when so we can organise the ham tea?
HmmmâŚHave I ever mentioned the time when Mr Bee (having invited his similarly drunken mates to his parentsâ home) commandeered The Tin of Ye Olde Oak Ham from the cupboard to create a curry? Funeral Ham - how very could he?
Soo xx
Tut! I am shocked, I tell you, SHOCKED!
SHOCKED doesnât come close to MiLâs reaction, I can tell you.
Soo xx
I have never tasted posh tinned ham
Spiced ham yes
But the stuff with the jelly no
Bluddy Ell, Twellsy.
My Grandma kept hers in the bottom of a wardrobe along with tinned salmon, tinned fruit salad & tinned cream.
Anything considered ornery was in the kichen cupboard, but these exotica were for Sunday Tea When Visitors Were Expected, or Christmas.
Carinthia. xx
Or had passed on, so to speak
Soo xx
I was brought up with a ham tea meaning you bought a whole leg of well smoked ham and cooked it proper by boiling and then glazing and baking it
And have always had access to a decent flesher/butcher who could provide the ham
That brings back memories.
Darn right it does. I rather liked it.
I hated shaking the tinned cream to make it pipeable
Onto a sponge flan with tinned pears and a flake crushed onto it to give a hint of chocolate
My Father was the only one with the strength to shake the tinned cream to thickness within the hour!
It was always much slacker when my Mother had to do it. Grandma had evaporated milk for ornery but Mum hated it, so that didnât feature at home.
Recent conversations with friends have revealed that we could all locate the butter papers/wrappers in each otherâs childhood kitchens!
Carinthia. xx
So far.
The snow is melting off the drive and no birds sing.