Witches food, Cycles and The Queen

By the tills in the supermarkets are magazines urging us to buy loads of exotica for Christmas. Exotica like Pomegranates, Mangos, Lychees and Passionfruit. Well blow that. I don't need to make fancy things to create a stir. My *Hexanschaum does that. A simple dessert which is easy to make and meltingly lovely to eat.

Stew some Cox's Orange Pippins till tender, then pulp in blender with some canned apricots. Put in bowl and stir in a little sugar. Whisk some egg whites and sugar until you have a mound of stiff meringue and carefully fold into fruit. Mix slowly with a large spoon till a perfect foam is made.
Spoon into glasses and pop an apricot on top, rounded side uppermost. Arrange flaked almonds around the apricot creating a sunflower effect. Stunning.

*Hexanschaum means Witches Foam. It's an Austrian dish.


Tonight I'll be cooking Lamb Chops with boiled spuds, glazed sweet potatoes and green beans. Followed of course by the Hexanschaum
Hearty yet simples fare on account of my delicate state of health.

Fifty plus with a dodgy shoulder and unbalanced system. And it's all got too much lately what with one thing and another and I'm so sick of it. But tomorrow the unwell cleaner will pop to work to see the unwell Henry, who had to have a doctor in today on account of his innards.
Bless him, he really is in a terrible state, and I sympathise and empathise because I'm a wreck also.

But here's something to cheer us all up...A smashing new series starting on Ch4 on 29th Nov. It's all about the life and times of her Majesty the Queen. I can't wait.
Way to go Betty...

Now as my shoulder burns and my cycle skids orf the track... I must slip away and make myself a cup of tea.

God Bless You All...

All Done

As the wind blew in through gaping windows and as the last fluid ounces of paint was spread I was stopped by some thrilling news.
The 'X' Factor is back!
Returning to a small screen near you on the 22nd August will be the over blown judges, the very professional and gorgeous Dermot O'Leary and the singers. And I cannot wait.
This year there's gossip surrounding the possible inclusion of Mr Roberto Williams, who I feel, will steal the show, the headlines and the screams from other less interesting people. But that's showbiz for ya. After all who wants to sit and be made comatose by a dullard. Bring on the real star of the show that's what I say.

So after the paint was eased on, then lashed on, then laughed on, we ate six cream crackers and some cake. And as the crumbs clogged up me teeth I could see the finishing line in what has to be the longest most marathon stint in decorating history. But the end was a-coming.

The end.
What a beautiful word to all those wielding brushes in their underwear and bad plimpsols. By 6 p.m. it was done. All that was needed now was some spicy chicken and a little sit down then the real decorating could begin with silk blooms, wooden cats and new curtains. The artist in me was running wild you see with visions of a new more clean cut front room but not one with no ornamentation at all, after all that wouldn't be me. So as we sat awkwardly watching a programme on Channel 4 about God, my eyes darted around the smelly painted room like an excited child thinking where I could put my giant Chinese teapot:)
By the leaf green sweet dish. I think...