Cooking Milipedes

3 x large loaves of bread.
12 x Chocolate Chip Fairy Cakes
1 x Strawberry and Cream Swiss Roll
12 x Sultana and Apricot Rock Cakes.

One of the loaves and all of the sweet goodies are for mum and dad. It's mum's birthday tomorrow so I thought a basket of homebaked treats would please her.

I've just caught David Milipede announcing his intention to run for Leader, and I'm still unsure as to what he is.
His mantra was one of 'out with Blairism and Brownism and in with Milipedeism.' He voice was soothing to the point of numbness, but underneath the scrubbing brush hair was a man much older than his years. Very old fashioned in a way. He didn't smile neither did he gesticulate much, there was of course the occasional hands-coming-together but all in all he was sober in his approach. He will not set the floor alight. But politics isn't always about barnstorming rhetoric, whooping and teeth it's about what politicians are elected for... delivering the goods.
This election will be thrashed out over the summer and I will love it, so what with the election, Wimbledon AND the World Cup your blogging old Glo will have her work cut out!


On a personal note just to prove that this blog isn't all about me....Mr Horsehound, bless his heart, suggested that he'd like to exhibit a selection of photographs celebrating me getting older.......
He now eats through a straw.

I will however give this artistic project some serious thought, you can be sure that if it goes ahead no Vaseline or tarting up will be used in production of these great pics.
I am nearly 54.
Every cry line, every worry line has been brought about by being a sensitive lady. I don't do bottling it up.
Be it emotions or pears.


Now a movie and one of mum's buns:)


Ta ta!

Milibundian News.....

While the bread rises and my towels dry, I must just have a word about the Labour leadership election.

I see The Brothers From The Slopes of The Great Milibundan will be competing against each other for the job.
Young Ed and old David will I fear cause havoc around the family's breakfast table.
If it were a Man Contest Mr Ed Milibundian would win by a short hair cut, his brother being a tad too ugly. But this is not a beauty Man contest it is a fight to go down in history as the Man who re-kindled the ailing Labour Party thereby stuffing the Tories and their Glory Boys.

It should all be spiffing fun"

A fellow, who might enter through the back passage, is Ex-Commie Mr Jon (I don't need an H) Cruddas.
A man with a decent enough boat-race but crippling credentials. It would, I feel, be a turn about too radical for the new Labour party. He ran for Deputy P.M quite a while ago but got merrily kicked in the hooter by Ms. Harriet Harpy.
I will though be supporting this lush bloke on account of my predilection for bad boys!

Another man who, with the help of electrocution lessons became Home Secretary, has ruled himself OUT of the running. But Alan (I could get it for you wholesale) Johnson was, in his youth, a vicious hard headed Union man but with the help of a decent tailor, could easily stand at the despatch box duffing up Cameron.
He smiles very broadly when asked about all this and I get the feeling he'll be backing one of the Milibundian Bros. He will not be supporting Jon Cruddas. I would though.

Very little time now before the Footie so with that in mind I'll reach for my new Horn and canter along the flowered hallway to the dug out.

Cheerio!!!

Number 13 for Number 10!

I won't be leaving the country in September or October on account of the political chop suey currently being cooked up in the greasy rat infested kitchen known as Westminster.
This glutinous smelly mess will be kept simmering until one or all of the main cooks in this sour and sour mix of back stabbing has the bottle to do something.

Head chef Gordon Brown really needs to grab hold of his junior colleagues and either dunk their faces in hot oil or chuck them out of the kitchen all together, because a discontented kettle of cooks spoils all broths.
And this paying customer, that would be me, is hungry for change and when I'm hungry I'm grumpy and when I'm grumpy I'm apt to change handbags and political parties, so Gordo had better do something and quick, because I've had enough.
He either does the decent thing and resigns or else he'll suffer the ignominy of being dragged out screaming by his chopsticks, the man has no other options.

Mr Brown's arch rival, David Miliband has been swinging his chopper about hoping to slice off the head of our great leader, but plucky Brown, bless him, skilfully continues to dip and duck avoiding David's mighty blade. But how long can old duffer Brown keep dodging the axe, that's what I want to know.
Come the October revolution, I mean the October conference, I will be splayed on top of my big telly like a spatch-cocked chicken looking down into the sweating heads of our great cooks.
I'm already sick with excitement...

If Gordon Brown manages to extricate himself from this messy chop suey I will personally, yes personally, buy him the entire menu in the Lim Lam Chinese takeaway, Rochford.
He looks like a special fried rice man to me but if on the other hand, he continues to take a battering, he may prefer to get his hands on some Chicken Balls, I think he might need them.


Other non-political thoughts:
Looks like rain, dear.
Make Coconut Fingers.
Woollies need a wash.
Writing of a ficticious love letter
Knicks knacks need a wash.
Meatballs and Giant Cheese Scone for tea.
Rains here.

Goodbye.

Munchies and Miliband

As I dribble my tea I'm looking forward to scouring the rocky roads of Southend looking for reasonably priced food. The soaring price of munchies has made me blow the dust off 'Rose Elliot's Complete Vegetarian Cookbook' I think lentils are looming.

Just heard that youthful Foreign Secretary, David Miliband (see above pic) is thinking of offering Alan Milburn the Chancellorship if he can get rid of Gordon Brown.
Hold on a min I've got to have another slurp and grab a damp flannel.

Being a political nosey parker the current climate at Westminster is doing all sorts to me, I sweat and pant when I see hordes of men in suits, often needing to be resuscitated when I clap eyes on David Davis. I'm a wreck because politics is like a drug to me. Can't get enough of it, gotta have more. Which brings me on nicely to the Duchess.
My good clean living gal is getting embroiled in local politics. Must have a chinwag about that Mrs Mayor!
Don't you laugh girly, life has a way of surprising us all. One minute we're ordinary, the next we're er...not!

Stapled to belly is a bit of paper which says:
Shops. Umbrella. Cut nails. Do Brows. Do something with a Chicken. Look out for the Mayor.

Early Morning Delights

"Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer".
I think Gordon Brown should do that especially where David Miliband is concerned.
Could make him Chancellor I suppose...

Had a quick look outside.
Tomatoes are plumping up, still green but coming along nicely.
Weeds are tall and pretty.
Cosmos (see above) is striking in its simplicity. Bit like me.
Busy day today what with one thing and another.

Have finally decided which poems to take to the Poetry Group next Wednesday.
Now all I have to do is decide what to wear.
Could take a week.

J.C for P.M ? O.K with G.H

David Miliband
James Purnell
Andy Burnham
Jack Straw
Harriet Harman
Alan Johnson

All the above are being mentioned in the yet-to-come-leadership election. But one name which isn't being bandied about much is that of lefty M.P. Jon Cruddas (see pic above) Currently polishing the back benches he's still blowing on his burnt fingers after losing out to Harriet Harman in the deputy leaders contest.
He came from nowhereville to claim third place, beating three cabinet ministers and winning the most 'first choice' votes.
So Jon is very well thought of obviously. Especially by the unions and me.

Anyway that's enough fantasizing.
Back to the real stuff, I can see 'Granita like' pacts taking place over the next couple of months, will James Purnell and Andy Burnham behave themselves and in so doing clear the way for a challenge to Gordo from Mr Miliband.
Or could Jack Straw be shoved temporarily into Downing Street to give the aforementioned young lads plenty of time to rise to the challenge of being a future Labour Prime Minster? And to shape up for major battles with Mr Cameron.

Hold on there's more.....

And best of all will there be a kamikaze candidate, a brave but foolhardy sort who is prepared to throw not only his titfer into the ring but his honour as well, just to force a contest. I can't think of anyone who'd be daft enough to do it, but the glorious House of Commons is stuffed to the gods with comedians, so someone might do it.
Hope so.
I need a good laugh.

So while Gordon basks on his Suffolk settee (might rain) he'll be reading the newspapers and blogs like mine with a sad and heavy heart, wondering what September and October 2008 have in store...
Probably removal vans.