Teatowels
Teatowels are king,
rectangles silently serving
even while a dishwasher hums.
They hastily protect my fingers
when the oven door's hot;
they save Grandpa's shirt
from the occasional drop
and wipe down a bench
when unexpected visitors hit.
They're useful as gifts and
I love receiving mine.
They tell stories on linen
of cities and castles divine.
They blaze abroad flags,
insert Gingerbread recipes
making funds for Starship
to heal our sick kids. That
linen dries best, some $2 shop
ones are rather small and
inferior quality cloth.
They hang there in the kitchen
whatever their type, day after
day being thrown about,
wrapping up scones to take
for a morning tea, an apron
tucked in trouser elastic or
flung over the shoulder
pretending to be Master Chef!
This simplest of kitchen tools
can guide you by a London Tube map
or be hung out to dry by a neighbour
as an SOS. In short, this rectangle
of useful material must have had
a woman inventor - surely famous?
Wish that name were mine!
Starship Gingerbread Friends
with thanks to Ruby Seeto for recipe and for
raising funds for Starship Children's Hospital.
40g butter
half a cup of honey
third a cup of brown sugar
one tablespoon lemon juice
one tsp ground cinnamon
one and a half tsp ground ginger
half a tsp each of ground cloves, nutmeg, allspice
and baking soda
2 cups of flour
Preheat oven 170c
Melt butter in saucepan and add everything except flour and baking powder.
Mix togehter and gently heat to soften honey if needed.
Shift in flour and baking soda and gradually mix to form a dough.
Wrap in cling film and refrigerate 30mins until firm.
On a lightly floured surface roll dough 5mm thick.
Cut ginerbread men shapes with a cookie cutter.
Place on a tray and bake til lightly brown. About 5 - 10mins depending on size.
Allow to cool then ice and decorate with your favourite icing.
Enjoy!
To buy a teatowel go to www.wallacecotton.com
I gather there's a few left to be bought to raise funds for Starship Children's Hospital.
Thank you!
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
It was 2.15am when I was woken with the shrill ringing of the landline reverberating through the house!.I could hear my son moving about in his room racing to answer before the noise abated. I was there at his side ,unable to work out if it was for me or him. He was asking all kinds of questions and shouting, at which I decided who it was , so quietly departed and got into some clothes. He came to tell me the girlfriend who was known in some circles as Blondie, was being held against her will in a motel room in the centre of town. After a heated discussion, we left the house in pursuit of the motel. This yound lady was a stripper and had another occupation as well, and I was aware where she was and what she was doing. Son drive to a strip club, in a well known part of town, told me to get out and get the key out of the meter box down the side of the building. Well there were some very colourful people about at that time of night, and I was aprenhensive , but no do it I was told. With the key in my hand off we went down the hill to the motel. What was the plan i asked. He would just go and grab her out of the room and bring her to the car and home. Ok, said I. If the plan all falls apart and you are not back in 1/2 hour I will sit on the horn to asttract attention. Off he strode anxious as to what he would find. He was back in 10minutes, by himself. He said he couldnt put the key in the door, because he knew what he would find behind the door. So back to the strip club, key in metre box, and home to my bed. Yes she rang at 11am asking to be picked up like nothing had happened. They had a long talk and he decided that that was the end of his relationship with the stripper they called Blondie.
HERE IS A RECIPE FOR ZEBRA PUDDING FROM CASSELL'S NEW DICTIONARY OF COOKERY (1904)
BUTTER A BASIN, SHAKE CRUMBS ALL OVER IT, THEN PUT A THICK LAYER IF FINE CRUMBS ON THE BOTTOM, THEN A LAYER OF ANY KIND OF JAM, THEN MORE CRUMBS, AND SO ON IN LAYERS TILL THE BASIN IS FULL. OVER ALL POUR A CUSTARD JUST SUFFICIENT TO SLIGHTLY MOISTEN THE WHOLE. COVER WITH BUTTERED PAPER, AND STEAM FOR 3/4 HOUR. DIFFERENT SORTS OF JAM OR MARMALADE MAY BE USED. NOT A PUDDING WE WOULD MAKE TODAY BUT VERY INTERESTING TO SEE HOW THEY COOKED AND PUT INGREDIENTS TOGETHER.
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HERE IS A RECIPE FOR ZEBRA PUDDING FROM CASSELL'S NEW DICTIONARY OF COOKERY (1904)
BUTTER A BASIN, SHAKE CRUMBS ALL OVER IT, THEN PUT A THICK LAYER IF FINE CRUMBS ON THE BOTTOM, THEN A LAYER OF ANY KIND OF JAM, THEN MORE CRUMBS, AND SO ON IN LAYERS TILL THE BASIN IS FULL. OVER ALL POUR A CUSTARD JUST SUFFICIENT TO SLIGHTLY MOISTEN THE WHOLE. COVER WITH BUTTERED PAPER, AND STEAM FOR 3/4 HOUR. DIFFERENT SORTS OF JAM OR MARMALADE MAY BE USED. NOT A PUDDING WE WOULD MAKE TODAY BUT VERY INTERESTING TO SEE HOW THEY COOKED AND PUT INGREDIENTS TOGETHER.
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Thursday, January 12, 2012
A Belated Telecast

Camel races in Muscat, Oman. photo found in old, torn Nat. Geographic thanks to issue May 1995.

In October last-
my brother organised lunch,
I gobbled muesli, the sun
in his conservatory lit the pages
of the Mail on Sunday.
A brief shadow passed, I asked
for scissors to bring home
a cutting - someone had left
a legacy that anyone could
cook up in their kitchen and
this is it!
Serves 4 'The Hotpot'
800grams neck of lamb
800grams thinly sliced potatoes
Large onion, chopped.
One & a half cups of water
3 tbls cooking oil
1 tbls flour
1 bay leaf
Dash of Worcestershire sauce
Brown the meat in a pan of very hot oil, then set aside. Fry the onion until softened. Sprinkle the flour into the pan with the onion and stir to soak up the fat. Turn off the heat and add the water while stirring to prevent lumps forming. Add a dash of seasoning and Worcestershire sauce. Mix the onion, meat and stock tog. and stir in a bay leaf. Alternate layers of the meat and onion mix with the sliced potato in an ovenproof dish. The top layer should be potato. Cover and bake at 325F/180c or gas mark 3 for two hours. Remove cover and continue to bake until the top lay of potato has browned.
Fictitiously served in a popular pub
in a round, brown pot
with an ale, froth on the top,
by a barmaid at lunchtime, 'cos
the English traditionally have dinner
'round twelve o'clock!
The lady in question had a tight smile,
a listening ear, and a curt reply.
Her wavy brown hair never, ever faded.
She performed at eight,
a singer in the forties
'she'd been through the war, you know'.
Her surname mirrored a highway robber
by the name of Dick, but her real name
was Betty Driver, admired by the cast
and fans alike, incredibly at ninety one
she still played her role. By now,
you'll have guessed, Betty Turpin,
'Mrs. Hotpot', mother of 'our Gordon'
off Coronation Street has died. After
forty two years of asking from behind
the bar, 'What would you like?'
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