Tweets on 2008-03-31

  • The closest I’ve got to gardening this year is pulling out rooting tree seeds from my car bonnet. #
  • Going to group meeting in light – thank heavens for clock change. #
  • Intrigued by a warm salt-vinegar breeze in the city centre. #
  • Changing gear for the first time in 2 hours, grief, the A14 is boring! #

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Tweets on 2008-03-30

  • Desperately thinking of things to put into the members’ newsletter. #
  • Impressed by how many of my clocks put themselves forward. Slightly concerned at how many had stopped without me noticing. #
  • "I’m roasting beef, not chicken – if it still had a bum I could stuff a lemon into, it wouldn’t fit the oven." #

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We had a video day with some friends last week, and I made two cakes.

Chocolate Victoria Sponge, with a buttercream and blackcurrant jam filling

Choc Victoria Sponge

And a Coconut-lime drizzle cake. I wanted to make lemon drizzle cake, but couldn’t buy lemons for love nor money on a bank holiday, so got limes and grapefruit and wasn’t sure which would work better. Grapefruit drizzle cake? Lime drizzle cake? Anyway, I googled for recipes, which gave me the idea of adding coconut too. It’s basically a creaming method sponge, with some of the self-raising flour replaced with desecrated coconut, with a syrup of lime juice and sugar poured over it once it’s cooked and cooled.

Coconut lime drizzle cake

Both cakes were well received. We got half of one of them back at the end of the day and left the other half with our hosts. The remainder cake at this end didn’t last too long at all.

Feeling old

Quick debate during the evening news which P was watching whilst I passed by.  Which of us is older in outlook?

* He can remember a time when the weatherman used to stick little see through rainclouds on a weather map; I can only remember clicky-button-to-change-picture-style weather forecasts

* I hadn’t heard of either Leona Lewis or Duffy until very recently, and he took great delight in explaining.  Bah.

Still, neither of us is as old as Nottingham’s Mr Sex.