Sunday afternoon called for tea and cake (of the simplest kind). I've been nibbling the fruits of my labours these last few days - a batch of welsh cakes. There's nothing like a spot of baking and eating for soothing the soul.
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If you're not familar with welsh cakes, then do make some. Like pancakes, they're cooked on a hot griddle, and are best when deeply caramelized on each side. They are light and puffy and quite delicious on their own, especially warm from the griddle. Otherwise split them open and spread with butter. Enjoy with a large mug of tea.
Welsh Cakes
(adapted from various recipes)
225g self-raising flour, sieved
110g cold salted butter, cubed
80g caster sugar
pinch of nutmeg (or mixed spice)
a generous handful of currants or raisins or sultanas
1 egg, beaten
milk, if needed
Rub the butter and flour together until it resembles breadcrumbs. Add the sugar, nutmeg, sultanas and egg, and mix to form a dough. Loosen with a little milk if needed.
Roll out on a floured surface to about 1/2 cm thick, and cut into rounds. Cook on a hot griddle (or heavy-based frying pan) for 2-3 mins each side, until nicely browned. Eat!
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Bessie was my foster dog who ended up staying forever (two years plus) ..... she was a sweet girl who had had a traumatic life and she hated being photographed, which is why she rarely featured here. Mostly, she liked to sleep, and to dream, and to lay in the sun. We miss her.