Thank you so so much for all your lovely birthday wishes.
In case you were wondering about those initials on the lovely necklace C gave me, G, T and K stand for Gerontius, Tiberius and Kakawangwa.
Just kidding, my children have straight up and down traditional English names. Really easy to guess.
As you will know if you are in the UK it's bloody parky at the moment. Blimey it is. Brass monkeys.
In weather like this what a body needs is soup and stodgy puddings. And that's what we have just had for out tea.
When younger son said 'what's for tea?' I said 'soup'
'what kind?'-'chicken broth'
'what's the difference between broth and soup?'
'they're spelt differently'
There's potato, carrot, leek, onion, dried peas, haricot beans, barley, lentils and chicken in it. And homemade chicken stock. It is packed with nutrients and stuff that's good for fighting colds. I love soups like this and the best thing is that there is plenty left for lunch tomorrow.
When we have soup for a main meal I usually serve a pudding in case anyone feels shortchanged.
I was flicking through some of these little books for a traditional pudding idea.
I picked up this one
And there on the first page was the recipe for Hollygog pudding. The very thing I ate on my birthday.
It is so easy to make and I had all the ingredients; flour, butter, golden syrup and milk.
First make some shortcrust pastry. Rub 4 oz of butter into 8 oz plain flour. Add enough cold water to make a dough. Roll into a fairly thick rectangle.
Spread it with 4 tablespoons of golden syrup.
Roll it up roly poly-wise and place in a well-buttered baking dish.
Pour milk around the roll to come half way up its sides.
Dot with butter and bake at 200°C (180°C fan) for 40 mins.
Served five perfectly and would have been ample for four.
It tasted exactly the same as the one I ate at the pub on Wednesday. Like eating a hug. Cheap too.
Make it tomorrow, I promise you won't regret it and it will warm you right up.