12 Peanut Butter and Banana Muffins
1 Cinnamon Loaf
The first bake made from yesterday's leftover roast chicken, the second using ripe bananas and half a jar of peanut butter and thirdly, my favourite, filling the bungalow with the delicious warm scented aroma of hot cinnamon.
Oh my giddy aunt...baking..... so comforting, so calming, so worthwhile. So essential. I Love it.
The Pie is for tonight's tea and if there's any left Mr Horsehound will eat it cold tomorrow with chutney. A dozen Muffins will be packed alongside my socks when Mr Hairy Suit, Mother and myself toddle orf tomorrow on a late Summer/early Autumn break into the nether regions of the Essex countryside.
The 'S' shaped Cinnamon Loaf will be for our breakfast and for snacking on.
We're all hoping this mini break will give mum a little respite from her intolerable day-to-day set up here at the Bungalow.
I'm looking forward to it too. And although my job will be the same at least there will be a different view from the window.
I need to pack a few bits now, and won't make the mistake of taking too many clothes. Travelling light. Talking of travelling I'm reading Jack Finney's 'Time and Again'. Already had the pleasure of this fine read but feel the urge to once again, go back in time. It is already packed in my mini suitcase along with toothpaste and prayer mat. Although one doesn't need to bend the knee to beg.
Mr Hairy will be donning his reading glasses too, he'll have Terry Pratchett for company, as for poor mama she'll be gazing glassy eyed at divorcing anorexic celebrities lavished over the pages of pointless magazines.
And so as bullets fly in the darkened drawing room (Dirty Harry on DVD) and Mr Horsehound catches up on more intellectual pursuits in the kitchen (radio 4) I type.
What a set-up.
1 comment:
Hope the time away will do your mother a world of good! Fingers crossed.
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