It's a very sweet bread obe and absolutely delicious. It would be an afternoon tea with visitors kind of thing.
I make sure there are no visitors anywhere and eat the whole thing myself. Big thick slices with butter. (real butter, not spready muck.) AND NO BEANS! Stinker.
Is it like the Welsh Bara Brith (hope I've spelt that right) which - if I recall correctly was darker on the inside than that but full of fruit and just grand with lashing of real butter?
Cacoethes: An irresistible urge to do something inadvisable
My father in law comes from Northern Ireland PP and its still a struggle to understand him fully after knowing him for 30 years. His accent has been softened by 30+ years of living in Devon, and he has slowed down his speech to be understood. However if we venture across the sea for a visit, and you get all the family together , all 10 of them, I'm scuppered. Three Uncles always gang up on me and speak in some sort of slang to each other, and then ask loudly "so what do you think lovely, is that not a grand idea?" They are all lovely people and l love it when they all get together, but it's hard to really know what's being said. One Auntie takes pity on me and explains what they 're planning and then suddenly we 're off to the pub, market, beach ,the hills. It's always an exhausting holiday but so enjoyable.
I think you'll find Aiden is mine, l have the callender behind my wardrobe door , he was on the kitchen wall but l had to rescue it from being written upon.
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Lantana, cold baked bean sandwich
It's a very sweet bread obe and absolutely delicious. It would be an afternoon tea with visitors kind of thing.
I make sure there are no visitors anywhere and eat the whole thing myself. Big thick slices with butter. (real butter, not spready muck.) AND NO BEANS! Stinker.
I don't get the new trend for being anti - "experts".
I would not want a mechanic to fix my heart, or, a doctor to fix my car, so why have we suddenly decided that we don't believe what the experts say.
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border
Punkdoc, the trouble is. Folk think because they've done something ( no matter how badly ) they're qualified to do it again,and advise others on it.
Is it like the Welsh Bara Brith (hope I've spelt that right) which - if I recall correctly was darker on the inside than that but full of fruit and just grand with lashing of real butter?
I don't get why one of my sisters ALWAYS reads the end of any book/novel she reads first! Whats that all about?
I'll have your share of him Muddle. I'm not that fussy.
My father in law comes from Northern Ireland PP and its still a struggle to understand him fully after knowing him for 30 years. His accent has been softened by 30+ years of living in Devon, and he has slowed down his speech to be understood. However if we venture across the sea for a visit, and you get all the family together , all 10 of them, I'm scuppered. Three Uncles always gang up on me and speak in some sort of slang to each other, and then ask loudly "so what do you think lovely, is that not a grand idea?" They are all lovely people and l love it when they all get together, but it's hard to really know what's being said. One Auntie takes pity on me and explains what they 're planning and then suddenly we 're off to the pub, market, beach ,the hills. It's always an exhausting holiday but so enjoyable.
whew, coz we don't do "sloppy seconds"
I think you'll find Aiden is mine, l have the callender behind my wardrobe door , he was on the kitchen wall but l had to rescue it from being written upon.