Not planning to take stock of the past year - scroll back to November for the unprinted Christmas card insert. We're just about done with the festive hostilities (actually, some pleasant times with Martyn's family, and quiet days to ourselves).
I've potted up another batch of New Guinea cuttings, and even picked some flowers from the garden - rudbeckias and some rather confused wallflowers are still showing colour, as are a few pansies. The hippeastrum that Elizabeth and Peter brought us when they came to lunch is now flowering like mad, and there are still flowers on the orchid that Sue and Robbie brought us ages back
Nice day on Wednesday with Marion, John and Dorothy, with whom we made short work of a little smoked gammon joint supported by carrot, onion and potato mash; haricots verts and curly kale. And followed by apple crumble.
Today's post brought a bread recipe book from Annie: I now see why my pains aux raisins didn't quite work: Mr Hollywood calls for 500g of butter to 625 g of flour. Well, mine needed toasting to be palatable: his seem guaranteed to narrow the coronary arteries.
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