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Diligent Taster ~ Revised

Following the comments on my previous post, it has become necessary to revise the thorough tasting schedule of sausage rolls. It’s serious business, you know! 

Okay here we go…..

  1. Fresh from the oven
  2. Fresh from the over dunked in brown sauce 
  3. Fresh from the oven, deconstructed, pastry then filling
  4. Fresh from the oven, deconstructed, filling then pastry
  5. After cooling, 
  6. After cooling dunked in brown sauce
  7. After cooling, deconstructed, pastry then filling
  8. After cooling, deconstructed, filling then pastry
  9. Reheated in microwave
  10. Reheated then dunked in brown sauce
  11. Reheated, deconstructed, pastry then filling
  12. Reheated, deconstructed, filling then pastry

At this point you realise you have devoured the first batch, a second batch needs making, which will entail due diligence in ensuring consistency to retaste test…..we start over.

HOLD THE PRESSES :: I’ve just realised, brown sauce, ketchup or mustard??


I think next year I’ll stick to gravy testing


Posted by on December 28, 2017 in General, Life


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The due diligent sausage taster

And so it begins ….. it is a vitally important role that requires much earnest concentration and preparation.  You see it is not as simple or straightforward as you might think, there are numerous permutations and this year that has had to be expanded.

First there is the ‘just out the oven’ test, the crisp crunch of pastry, the moist meat and tang of seasoning.

Then there is the ‘cooled from the rack’ test, to ensure consistency, you know just in case.

It is necessary then to move on to the ‘warmed in the microwave’ test, food safety standards and all that.

New for this year is the ‘dunk’ test, how both a warmed and a cold sausage roll taste when dunked in a dab of brown sauce. Plus as well as the lovingly prepared sausage meat, there are Frankferters wrapped in pastry.

This could take some time ……

Merry Christmas readers, hold tight for the New Year.


Posted by on December 24, 2017 in General, Life


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I Hate Halloween (still)


Time for a repost…

It all stems back to a incident in 1973/1974 and some decades later the fear within still resides and affects my behaviour.

Way back then I was a small child, only child of the house. We lived in a new house in the village, there were no street lights and few neighbours. The room beside the main lounge/dinner, always named the little lounge, was where I would play most evenings, not disturbing my parents. The window, at right angles from the main lounge windows, looked out across the lawn and across the neighbours drive. It was a very quiet village and as my street was a cul de sac of only a dozen properties not much traffic either. It was never unusual for the curtains to be left open after all there was no one to look-in.

One of the main streets [the village centered around a t-junction beside an ancient Priory and river crossing] had the affluent estates, mansions of six or seven bedrooms in acres of land, some only years old some dating pre-victorian, and as the oil industry was beginning to boom on the coast these executive dwellings were rented to upper managements families, thus why we had American families in the village.

The ‘festival’ of trick or treating was unknown to my neck of the woods, yes we were aware of All Hallow’s Eve, the night of witches and gouls, stories of fright but other than that is was a non-event.

I vividly recall that night without much prompting, I was playing gymnastics in the little lounge. forward rolls, backward rolls and so forth, balancing, pretending to tight-rope walk when there was a knock at the window. I looked up expecting to see a familiar face who had tried to gain our attention by knocking at the front door but had not been heard, but I was much mistaken. I saw a light shining upon a glowing disfigured face with a blood curdling moan eminating and nothing but pure blackness around. I was petrified, scared witless at this utter terror before me. I know I screamed with all the effort I could muster. I ran into the main lounge and leapt to my Mother startled by my activity, the leap was close to record breaking for a 5/6year old. I was shaking, howling, in such utter distress and hysteria.

My Father hurried from the house. It was not until many years later that someone else told me he caught one of the teens who had taken part in this deed, had grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket, pulling him to within an inch of his face and shouted most violently at him.

The next day as I boarded the bus for school, I knew instantly who had been involved, the two american teenage boys from the large house and one local boy, they were a gang of three, their snickers and glares displayed their guilt. I was so angry, yet utterly intimidated.

It is now approaching dusk and my nerves are already twitching to close the curtains and lock the door. When I first moved into my home the first couple of All Hallow’s Eve’s I could not bring myself to be in my kitchen and cook because there was nothing to cover the window and door, eventhough there was no way for anyone to get to them, the fear was there. When I worked flexi-time at the Agency I always left the moment core time was over and drove home to get hidden in my home.

I don’t for a moment imagine those three fellows even remember frightening me that night, but I do. I hate halloween.

EDIT :: I still close the curtains early, I am still on edge should there be a knock at my door (which would be ignored), but I know I’ll be fine.


Posted by on October 31, 2017 in General, Life, people


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Cluttered Sofa

I’m sure some of you are from the ancient era where the sofa in the living room tended to always be empty except for an additional cushion or two.  As I approach my golden age I remember the sofas of my childhood home being clear unless the newspaper had been left on the arm; when a certain demanding four-pawed visitor marched into my lounge this week a number of items had to be moved to make room for Senior Fluffball. 

As I sit here now I glance beside me at the accumulated detritus of modern living stacked high…..

  • The iPad
  • Mobile phone
  • Landline phone
  • TV remote
  • Set-top box remote
  • TV listings magazine
  • Crochet project

Sometimes these are joined by the sandwich tray and coffee mug, or my dinner plate, sometimes my book or kindle, sometimes the snack cheese and crackers or salsa and crisps.

Yes, there is a table beside the sofa but well, that has the iPad charger on it, the mug containing the other remotes (old set top box with stuff recorded on it, the old video recorder), nail file, hand sanitizer, candle lighter and pen, my tigger cup and a bottle of juice.

Yes, I do have a knitting box beside the table beside the sofa, that’s holding the other crochet project, the pencil case of crochet tools and case of hooks, the clip box of cross stitch tools, my slipper socks (when not on my feet) and my cardigan.

Maybe I just have too much stuff.


Posted by on October 19, 2017 in General, Life


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I Got Da Bluuuuues

When ever my BFF and I have to say bye-bye there is always a lump in my throat, but this time there was significant eye leakage, several sobs and yes a couple of stomach gripping knots as the taxi turned right out of my street taking her to the airport and home to hubby, daughter and two ginger cats.

It’s impossible to put my finger exactly on why, it’s part history, part friendship, part closeness, part loss, part safety, part encouragement, part silliness, and a whole heap of, it’s just fun to be together.

So what wild shenanigans did we get up to…….. well, you might not believe it, it could possibly shock some, but, well, none.  Just chatting, watching films, finding all kinds of things on the Internet,  eating good treat food, doing some stitching, relaxing, taking a walk to the beach, shopping for treats; just being removed from our expected usual everyday.

Highlight – Lazing in bed, not quite asleep when BFF remarked “What the…..oh it’s you!”  You need a little backstory here.

A neighbourhood cat has taken to sitting on my recycling bin which is just outside my back door. He peers in, looking curious, has wandered into the kitchen when the door was open. BFF opened the kitchen window and he strolled in and discovered two suckers for head rubs, chin scratches and ham, chicken and dreamies.  If the window was left open he’d just stroll in and say hello, not in a hurry to leave.  Over a day or two of repeated visits (BFF is such a softie) little encouragement was needed. He’s been nicknamed Mickey because he’s white with a black tail and black ears.  One night it was rather warm so BFF opened my bedroom window slightly, maybe four or so inches, the curtains were slightly gaped, we comfortably resettled to sleep.  Cheeky Mickey got brave from the bin top and mastered the narrow, tilted, slippery windowsill, squeezed through the gap, avoided the bits and bobs on the windowsill as well as the bookcase, jumped to the floor and neither of us heard anything until he jumped on the bed and walked up BFF!  Lol, cheeky, little devil.

We were productive, I’ve ‘almost’ finished the cot blanket, and already started a second (naughty me, should finish one before starting another), BFF knitted a couple of hats and booties for the doll. Yes, Mickey helped with the wool tension on the big ripple afghan.

Now it’s time to get back to the normal everyday, not as much fun, not as much company and not such enticing food. Familiar aches are returning. Time to reset the countdown app for her return in March. 


Posted by on October 10, 2017 in General, Life, people, Pets, Projects


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Autumn Earquinox 

Let me see

  • Leaky nose ….. check
  • Crunchy sounds when chewing/yawning … check
  • Dulled hearing in left ear … check
  • Feeling chilled … check


My sinuses are adjusting to the autumnal temperature by clogging up.  I’m out of ear unclogging gunk and cannot reach the olive oil.  I have tiny tubes apparently so they get clogged easily, I’ve often thought that the stickiness of my secretions could out do the most effective of commercial glues. Maybe when I wash my hair in the morning the warm soapy water will swill things out.


Posted by on September 17, 2017 in Life


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I’m not sure I can trust that last bit either…….

Tuesday is a case in point ….. I woke up thinking it was Thursday.  When chit chatting to BFF she remarked about something ‘a week tomorrow’ (meaning Wednesday) I remarked “Oh has it been moved to Thursday?” which would mean I thought that today was Wednesday, but my Sister is here for on a Wednesday never a Tuesday and she had not been here.  As the conversation continued and turned to the evenings culinary delights brain went ‘oh goodie fish fingers tonight’ which I have on Fridays and I knew I was having chicken curry because it was defrosting in the kitchen.  I give up!

A week tomorrow (Friday’s still follow Thursday’s, right? And today is still Thursday? Okay just checking) my BFF arrives for a couple of weeks. I haven’t finished the cot blanket nor untwizzelled the troll hat yarn.  I haven’t sorted additional groceries nor accumulated any good films (might have to do trawl through the charity shop). In truth I haven’t done much of anything. Although I have booked the carpet cleaner lady.  I’m fed up of feeling not myself, exhausted, energy less, heavy, weary and generally fatigued. It’s taken me all week to put this blog together.

*sniff-sniff* I know I’ve turned off the beef stew that’s been percolating on the hob, but now I am questioning whether I actually did!  I craved boiled eggs for lunch, so I must be ill. You see whenever as a child I was ill (be that with a cold, ear ache, stomach bug, chicken pox) my dear old Mum would stand beside my bed looking concerned saying “I don’t know what to make you for lunch, how about an egg (I groan), a boiled egg, (I groan), poached egg, (I shake my head), how about scrambled (I shake my head more) but fried won’t be nice for your tummy, I don’t know what to make” (how about toast, chicken soup in a mug) … I cannot face eggs when ill but usually ended up with a couple of boiled ones.  I had boiled eggs for lunch.

Now to get motivated into a book review, is “It was alright” descriptive enough, entice you to either read or avoid the title, thought not.

Brain is saying I need a pee, maybe that but is still working. 


Posted by on September 14, 2017 in General, Grumble, Life


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