Tuesday, December 15, 2009

a curious bird is the pelican...

There are culinary moments that simply take over, and I suppose that what has become the annual ritual of the Christmas cake is one of those. Several weeks ago, we found the largest bowl in the house, and added all the mixed fruit of various persuasions we could find. Into this we then emptied in all the odd bottles of hooch that seemed to have accumulated after a year or so on tour in Europe.

Today I finally girded my loins and started the cake, if Iwas to point out that the cake contains among its ingredients; four pounds of fruit, six eggs, a pound of flour and 12 ounces each of butter and sugar, you will appreciate that this is quite a hardcore piece of baking. Not for the first time I was wishing for a small cement mixer, as I added the fruit to the cake batter and began to realise that the bowl was never going to be big enough. Thankfully it is a very stiff mixture and the act of folding in the fruit was enough to prevent a tsunami of cake mixture. Sadly, I still have half a bowl of hooch sodden fruit left, so I am going to have to repeat the whole episode again.

I realise that I have left them rather late this year, but no matter, we were still eating last years in June.

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Monday, December 14, 2009

it's meaty alright...

One of the undoubted benefits of living on top of a hill is that when the skies are clear we have marvellous view of the stars. The downside of this, of course, is that when the sky is clear then it is perishing cold.

We were enchanted, however, to witness the Geminid meteor showers a couple of nights ago, they weren't spectacular and violent, just gentle streaks of yellow and orange as the particles burned up in the atmosphere. In the village below the streetlamps were obscured by a low cloud, I can't imagine they'd have been able to see anything at all. It's supposed to bring you good fortune if you see a shooting star, hopefully we'll have a great deal of it, if quantity counts.

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