Two unrelated comments relating to my handbag post last week: the first has not been approved for publication but in a nutshell accused me of selfishly trivialising the virus situation by writing such ‘frivolous rubbish, as if handbags matter.’ Well, of course it was frivolous, just as any post in the genre would be. My blog’s subtitle is ‘All kinds of Everything’. And that’s exactly what it is – one day food, another day feelings, another day handbags. If I was sitting in my garden right now, chatting with a friend, wouldn’t our conversation encompass the good and the bad, because that’s life? I don’t apologise for lifting the mood for a few moments; there is enough to subdue us. Not that everyone’s mood was lifted by the handbags, which brings me to the second comment. My brother spoke to me yesterday and informed me that, “that stuff about handbags was cr*p. Can’t you stick to writing about food?” All kinds of everything, little brother!
Although I’d been managing flour-wise, I was on the brink of running out. I’d ordered some twice but when my deliveries arrived, no luck. Brother (same one as above ….there is only one) had told me to let him know if I needed anything as he pops into a shop on his way home from work, so I mentioned flour but added that he’d probably not be able to get any. Several days went by and then I received a text from him. I followed his instructions and looked on my doorstep, delighted to find that he’d left not just one, but three bags of flour. Who’d ever have thought that bags of flour could replace bunches of flowers in the ‘glad to have’ stakes.
Having had very little time to bake this week, I set to yesterday morning and made a recipe that was in Saturday’s newspaper supplement (we’re missing the real thing, but signed up for the online version for the duration rather than a daily trip to the shop), a sugar-free apple cake. The recipe called for soft dates and I just happened to have a pack of medijool dates in the freezer. I’d bought them for a recipe a few months ago but not used them and I’d frozen them not knowing whether they’d survive – they were fine. Made with ground almonds replacing most of the flour, whilst it looks cake-like, the texture seemed more ‘puddingy’. We’ tried it with custard and it was ok, but for me needed a little more sweetness. I also made some more thumbprint cookies.
My previous blog talked about looking forward. We’ve been talking about holidays and would both like to revisit Whitby since spending an afternoon there last year, as part of a rail holiday. We’ve now planned an outline itinerary for a week next year where we’d like to take in Cromer and Whitby, perhaps York too, and then on the way home stop off in Matlock, Derbyshire for a couple of days; it’s somewhere I’ve always meant to see but have never got around to. My 65th birthday next year was to be celebrated by a cruise to the Norwegian Fjords, but although I definitely hope that we will continue to cruise, I’m not sure that I’ll feel confident enough to do so that soon, so perhaps the East coast will be my holiday trip. No decisions need making for ages yet, but it’s fun planning.