Hands up who’s absolutely sick to shit of this weather? Every time I walk down stairs, I shudder when I feel the temperature plummet (long story about peculiar ventilation in the kitchen and the need to keep interconnecting doors open to the back door or mutilate all of them with catflaps) and I end up dressing the child in fifteen layers to which he violently objects.
So in the ‘making lemonade from lemons’ tradition, at least we can continue to bundle up and eat cake. Well I can’t as I’m on a rubbish exclusion diet, but this is was the Easter cake that the rest of the family demolished last week. Scrapiana’s carrot cake (Easter = bunny = carrots) slathered in cinnamon cream cheese icing. Husband was off work last week which meant I had time to do things like temper chocolate and make tiny chocolate eggs and chickens) It was so good to actually bake something, now that we have a fully functioning oven again.
We also made the most ridiculously tasty and trashy cheesy Easter Bunnies, using a recipe from the brilliant Smitten Kitchen book. Hers were more dignified diamond shapes. I think bunnies win.
Bundling up also involves toasty feet. I’m bloody gutted that pretty much every single sock I’ve ever knitted has now found its way into the washing machine and felted. So I finally cast on a pair of socks in my favourite ever sock wool, Misti Alpaca.
I may have something to show for it in about 2015 at this rate.
Thank you Lakeland for the moulds, from last year’s catalogue