It has been a baking day. A hot one.
I haven’t been able to get at the garden or sewing machine for days, all sorts of things have intervened. And last night was family dinner for 8 at Chiconia, with the works: roast pork, applesauce, baked pumpkin, vegies, mashed potato, proper gravy and a spiced applesauce cake with fudge frosting for dessert. That sort of ate a hole in my time…
But that doesn’t mean I’ve been idle.
You’re looking at beef, bacon & cheese pies; breakfast pies (bacon, egg & mushroom); chicken & mushroom and chicken & sweetcorn tarts; date & ginger bread; banana bread; raspberry chocolate fudge brownie; cherry ripe slice; chocolate caramel shortbread; and chocolate mud cake. Today’s output, which will be delivered to the coffee shop at 8am tomorrow, ready for the start of the week. Home-made, tasty and gluten-free, the lot of it.
People sometimes ask how I manage to hand over all this yumminess without feeling a bit deprived. Well, I do enough tasting, testing, spoon- and bowl-licking to feel fine about handing over several dozen eggs, a couple of kilos of butter, several kilos of flour, half a kilo each of chocolate and almond meal, several bananas, cups of coconut, raspberries, cherries, crystallised ginger, condensed milk, heavy syrup, dates and cream. And that’s just the sweet stuff. See what I mean? Put that way, it just doesn’t sound that attractive, especially with the leftovers of last night’s cake and a cup of coffee waiting for me.
And now I need rest and an icepack for my feet. In the good old days, it would have been A Cup of Tea, A Bex and a Good Lie Down….