Anna's Pavlova
I've had a slice, + it is deeeeeeelissssius.
I made it with Dream Topping instead of whipped cream, + mixed it up very thick. It's lovely.
Grandpapa is v. impressed with my new-found love of cookery, + has sent me a stack of cook books that he's found lying around at his house. One of them is actually ours, that we lent him when Nannan died + he had to learn to make his own tea. The others are booklets + leaflets + free givaway type things that my Nannan collected throughout her life, including a card showing approximate weights + measures for if you have a set of spoons but no measuring jug/scales. From the colour scheme + font used, I'd guess it was printed in the late '60s/'70s.
Wrote letter to Oscar.
Fed hens + cat.
Ate can of broccoli, bacon, + stilton soup that Grandad had been given but didn't really fancy. It was very nice.
No jobs in Free Press. Bugger.
Folded a very very small paper crane. + it's GREEN.
Hmmm. Have Sausages for tea. Shall I have them with veg or pasta?
Hmmmmmmm.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Myrtle keeps scratching around on the floor of the pen + lying down, as if she's trying to make a nest. I wonder if she's nearly ready to start laying?
The man said 3 weeks, we've had her 1 week. Maybe it's just chickenny behaviour.
QOTD:
'The post is hopeless + I have given up sending things by post. I have things delivered in my Rolls Royce.'
~Barbara Cartland