Gas and Raisins

A wee bit chilly willy outside so I'm staying warm inside with the help of my oven.
I haven't gone so far down the road as to not to be able to ignite my gas fire but I feel the warmth from my oven as it bakes bread and other seasonal goodies will do my crotchety joints good

Standing this morning as I so often do with my hip bones pressed against the tables edge, I flipped through a cake book deciding, with the help of the season and all that, to knock out a tea bread or two.
I also had another idea, and that was to make some smaller ones for my neighbours, especially them opposite who dropped through my letterbox the most lovely card. A plump robin perched on a skinny twig. My heart leapt. So for Jo, Steve and Adam a Bara Brith is on its way.

Talking of generosity I asked Mr Horsehound why I make a fuss over people at Yuletide, he said it's on account of my nature and that I can't help it. He's right of course, I can't stem the flow of love which gallops from my body and if I could I'd send baked goods all around the country.
One to Manchester especially, and others to other places aswell.
One teeny weeny thing concerns me as regards food parcels and that's mould.
I could never forgive myself if a package got lost then turned up damp and furry with green stuff growing.
Talking of food parcels I was sent a large packet of Smoked Salmon this luxury fish will be used judiciously on account of it being luxurious and not often in my trolley.

So today, I'm baking and creating and will serve for tea Nasi Goreng, totally un-Christmassy but so yum. Mum will have a slim sandwich.

Talking of which.
Last night was wretched, but she wants a haircut so it's not all gloom:)
Now I must change handbags...

:)