|My New Year's resolution was to eat more fruit – surely|
raspberry chocolate counts as a fruit?!
Needless to say, I’ll be making a huge effort on the healthy eating front for the whole of February (which will be less of an ordeal, because there are three days fewer on which to be good – a cunning plan, n’est-ce pas?).
|One of our best wedding presents, nearly 24 years ago, was |
an electric raclette grill from a kind German friend. A
brilliant way to enjoy cheese with family and friends :-)
|The Swiss way: just melt the raclette cheese (ours came|
from Loch Leven's Larder near Kinross) and serve with
baked potatoes, gherkins, pickled onions and salad. We
also had home-made chutney (see below for photos
of the making of said savoury delight!).
|Keeping up the continental theme... This lovely French cake|
arrived in the post after Christmas – an edible New Year's
greeting from friends in France. Most welcome :-)
|As the old year closed, I had the privilege of attending an old |
schoolfriend's 50th birthday supper, prepared and served
by her four children. After a delicious stew, our choice was
banoffee pie, lemon posset or a platter of cheese. Wow!
|And of course, there was birthday cake - better still, a|
chocolate birthday cake. The sponge was as light as a
feather (so it was definitely safe to have two pieces!).
|Roo's Leap certainly believes in kicking off the way they mean|
mean to go on: this giant plate of nachos was just for starters!
|Chicken satay for main? Don't mind if I do...|
|And of course no meal is complete|
without a hot fudge sundae...
|Oops! Mustn't forget the gorgeous |
birthday cake (rude not to try a piece...)
|And talking of chocolate cake, DD1 made this one for|
one of her best friends at Uni this week. Just as well they're
safely down in the deep south, or I'd have been tempted!
|No table I have ever set looked as lovely as this: the centre-|
piece was comprised of twigs decorated with white flowers
and tiny tartan bows. What a hostess!
|After sampling Arbroath smokie on oatcakes for starters, I|
tasted quail for the first time in my life: it was served in a port
jus, with chestnuts and skirlie. Fiddly to eat, but delicious!
|This orange and fig trifle was simply one of the best deserts I've|
ever tasted. Fabulously fruity (large chunks of fresh orange),
with the cream nicely complemented by the slight tartness of
the pomegranate seeds on top. Pudding heaven on earth...
|You may remember I mentioned serving home-made chutney|
with our raclette supper. We'd had a glut of green tomatoes
from the polytunnel, so it seemed criminal to waste them.
|And in go the raisins...|
|Here's the finished result – it doesn't look anything special,|
but (to my incredulity!) it tastes pretty good!
|What a wuss of a puss! FatCat slunk away, tail between his|
legs when new cat on the block Horace arrived "in town".
|FatHorse and the chocolate sheep enjoyed a little winter|
sun on their backs - their paddock is a mud-bath most
of the time at the moment, thanks to relentless rain.
|Breakfast's been served up, so it's heads down at the trough!|
|To our amusement, the new kids next door (owners of |
Horace!) have nicknamed Mungo the tup (ram) "No go"
because of his fearsome horns.
|"You just can't get the staff these days," |
reckons FatHorse each breakfast time.