I has no idea you were yolk phobic.
Sorry
I has no idea you were yolk phobic.
Sorry
Very occasionally scrambled, yes, Wiv smoked salmon - ye-es, but I generally prefer wiv mushrooms. With smoked salmon was made a lot for Himself, latterly, leading to allegations of malingering just to be Spoilt. Well, it was something he could eat one-handed, and he did rather like itā¦
Nae worries, Armers. Itās only a picture of a yolk. But Eggs Wot Stare At One are something I avoid. This category, by the way, includes the fried egg sandwich, as one cannot be certain that the lurking egg wonāt peel back the top slice for a quick bit of eyeballing. It was an explanation of this that prompted a colleage to pause for a bit and then observe: āYou know, Gus, the trouble with you is, you think youāre normalā. The cheek of it.
Pah! Try eating any egg with the bereaved mother staring reproachfully through the window at youā¦
Not only cake within the meaning of the act but also pains aux raisins, and I have the empty bag here to prove it.
Good thing I bought one: needed something to revive me after the homeward bus journey. Full of skoolchildren it was, and hijus beyond description. I shall try to time things better in future. They get chucked out earlier than when I were a lass, thatās for sure.
So this dark brown malt and sultana cake made wiv eggs dark muscovado sugar treacle and flour and stuff including dark rum will not be taken amiss?
A fresh sour dough loaf for our chatelaine
[peckity]
[peckity][peckity]
[peckitypeckitypeckity]
[chompity] [gronfff]
Most kind, Twellsy. And a very fine cake indeed. Um. I might have to busy myself this evening with that gingerbread again. For I found crystallised ginger in the wondrous emporium of exotica earlier.
I shall keep the Cellar posted.
Thinking about our Chatelaine.
Also boiling a cherub (well, syrup really, but I prefer Mrs Cadoganās version) to go on the gingerbread once it is disenovened, so am multitasking.
Gxxx
Our Chatelaine must be cherished and thought about, for sure.
< thatās the nearest I can do, around these parts, to proffer a BM. Itās wee and weedy, but kindly meant.
Good nights, Cellarites.
Soo xx
Yerra clevva Spuggie.
Aye - that.
Soo xx
Er, wottiz round the rim of that glass, Spadger? [peers all suspicious-like]
And the bastarding thing is still not cool enough to ice. It therefore follows that it is also not cool enough to put away. Holding a Gingerbread Vigil here, then, and I might as well ice it and get all the sticky over and out in one āfoulā [I know, I know] swoop, mightnāt I? Off my own ābackā, tooā¦
Yrs, suffering from too much Internet (not here, perish the thort)
Gus xxx
Airlines are bastards.
Thassorl. (For now)
The swine, joe. Flying or (quite possibly from the enigmatic nature of your exasperation) otherwise.
One pitcher is not enough, so have a trayful. Of pitchers, not yer actual liquid, that would be silly and prone to massive lass through spillage. And not enough to begin with.
Sympathies
Gus x
I meant of course, massive loss - this isnāt an Oktoberfest, after all.
Safe, even if infuriating, journeys, joe. Thereās something flute-related I meant to post for you. Not tonight then, but remind me
G x
I fink it wuz salt, Gus. At least the site I got it from seemed to be advertising terribly expensive salt hand-grained by Guatemalan virgins or summat.
Actual blue in the sky today. Small tseepy birds confused 'cos itās been a while.
Grey here
I has fang quack at noon
Bacon butties and fresh loaves on tableā¦
Sorry Dears, I thought that I had Posted last night
Was completely overwhelmed with tiredness after being out for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon & slept for hours on & off
Have been up at 6, 7 & 8am this morning, & threw up at 9-30 so feel abit fragile
Will have a slow day until my appointment this afternoon
Carinthia.xx