It will not be long before we are leaving Ireland again. If all
goes well we will leave on February 8th (sorry Sheila it will not be February
1st) unless there is another gale storm warning. I will therefore make the
booking as late as possible.
That leaves me with only 2 weeks, which is
great because I am running out of bag making material. I have no interfacing
left in any strength and there are a few other small things that need replenishing. I
have finished two of my 'Tulip flap' bags and I will finish the outside of the
third one but I do not have sufficient interfacing to finish off the lining and
strap.
Therefore, with still two weeks on my
hands and not wanting to be bored I decided that I could do some baking. I am not
keen on cooking but I do like to bake every now and again. I did a scrumptious
apple and pineapple cake last week and looking for some other recipes I came
across this 'Arretjes cake' (Dutch) which my mother used to make when I was
young.
We do not keep much chocolate at home
because I cannot resist eating it, so when I read this recipe my mouth was
watering just thinking about how this used to taste. I knew we had cocoa and
butter, sugar and biscuits were no problem either. I made it and keep it in the
fridge. The problem, however, is, that every
time I open the
fridge I see this very yummy chocolate and have to have a bit (just a small
bit but every so often). This has been going on for 2 days now.
I used to suffer a lot from headaches but
since I retired they have become less and less except when I drink too much
wine but that is also not too often. The last two
mornings I woke up with a splitting headache and Alan made the remark 'I wonder
if this has anything to do with chocolate'. I never thought of this before but
I will test this and not have any chocolate today. If I wake up tomorrow morning
without a headache, I will have some chocolate again and see how I wake up on Monday
morning.
Something else I did to fill the time - I
washed one of Alan's working pullovers because it was full of plaster. Somehow,
I must have pressed the wrong button on the washing machine but the temperature
was only 30° (Celsius)!
He now accuses me of wanting some felting material!
No comments:
Post a Comment