April 5th, 2021


Spring has Sprung this weekend .....

.... and I turned into a crazed swiss housewife this long weekend!

- Friday we took out the carpet, beat it, cleaned it
- P and I vacuumed and washed the floors of the living room, then did hte whole flat
- I sorted out my books on my bedside table
- Then I sorted out my clothes
- Saturday I did a big clean of the bathroom, then the kitchen
- then demoulded everywhere
- and on Sunday apart from a lovely meal, I made courgette and cheddar soda bread, bread pudding and lots of chocolate egg nests

Today (Easter Monday) I stayed in bed and blogged and read!


Easter Weekend

It's been a perfect long weekend, with a mixture of tasks and treats.

We cleared and cleaned the flat and I went into a baking frenzy!

Mr.ncot has been studying for some IT exams. The boys went to friends and had friends round. I had time to read and catch up with some blogs and DIDN'T switch on my work laptop :-)

Amazingly the boys still wanted to do the easter egg hunt, so we ran round the garden in bunny ears, courtesy of Lindt.
There's been a few walks, we admired the roses in the Zürich fountains and there was a fair amount of time slobbing on the sofa.

And of course eating, drinking and chocolate....


Easter Miracle or "Finding the Crunchie recipe", part 2!

Previously, on the finding Pauline Palmer tag.... At Christmas my sister Kate found the crunchie recipe. She's been trying it several times, but we weren't convinced this was the hallowed crunchie recipe.... And I've been turning this over in my mind ever since.

Fast forward to this weekend my marathon easter-fuelled bake-off and I was looking through my red recipes folder. In the front pocket there are a few old recipes books and oddes&sods that I can't or won't through away. One of these was a small recipe booked created by MacDougalls flour, that my mum gave me. It must have been her copy as a young woman, because it cost 1 shilling back in the day and is held together by yellowing sellotape!

Anyway, I was pretty sure that it wouldn't have the recipe in, but I flicked through it anyway. Suet pudding anyone?

And then I turned to the front inside cover, to find my mum's handwriting and the crunchie recipe

and here was the predecessor...

I'm not sure why, but finding this recipe, in her handwriting, just unleashed a whole shit load of grief and ugly crying. I think it's guilt and regret that I never asked her all the questions I could have done. Guilt that there is so little I can do for her now. Grief because the real Pauline Palmer has left the building, her soul and mind and love have gone, just her body remains. I think baking and recipes just bring it back. Kate and I had been puzzling over the recipe and realizing that we'd long since missed our chance to ask her....

Blogs written this long weekend!