Therapy and redemption

I won't rant on about my knee - coz even I don't want to hear about it so instead - how about some eye candy instead?

The boys went out walking yesterday, so thought I would use the time by trying to subdue the yarn mountain that has amassed around my desk.  It seems to have plans to take over the entire room - got to nip that one in the bud..... So armed only with enthusiasm, tea and the all essential wool winder - I started.

There is definitely something therapeutic about winding up a colourfully tangled mess in my WIP basket  into nice neat squat balls of yarns, then placing them in their shades...... it kinda makes me want to stop tidying up and pick up my hook again - but no - I need my space back and I just have to show the yarn mountain who is boss (it won)............................

I succumbed.... so armed with yet another mug of tea I carried on with my blooming marvellous blooming cushion - inspiration and much better version -here.  The back of the cushion is whizzzzzing along nicely - so much quicker - Himself keeps looking at the flowery front of the cushion cover and giving me quizzical looks - I'm not too sure he can visualise the final effect - I will persist!

On a less eye candy note and with more of a calorific slant - last Thursday evening was knit and natter and at the last minute (and I really do mean last minute) I thought I would make some scones. I had only a week or so ago found a different version (I mean how far can you deviate from the basic scone recipe before it stops being 'a scone') and we all agreed it was rather yummy. So armed with this 'new' recipe, I decided that I would repeat my success.   My only change to the recipe was to double the ingredients - it had only produced a measly amount of 8 scones and I would certainly need a lot more.

I rushed around in a cloud of flour and managed to slam in to the oven a tray laden with scone dough just as the first ladies arrived. Some were bearing tubs and tins of delicious nibbles to add to the evening.The kettle went on, seats were chosen, coats removed and greetings exchanged. I joined them, chatting and catching up, all the time keeping 'my nose' on the kitchen - waiting for that wonderful aroma of baking scones.

They were ready, I heroically singed my finger tips as I carefully pulled the scones open, delicious steam curling up - I was feeling very satisfied at the thought of triumphantly walking (ok ok limping) in with a plateful of scrummy scones.
One of the scone halves crumbled - never mind I thought - cook's privileges, and I popped it into my mouth.

Ooh the delight of the cold clotted cream, hmmm the bitter sweet of the blackcurrant jam and urgh! what the H**L was that fizzy sherberty flavoured scone?!?!??

My two boys wandered in, also attracted by the scent of baking.....
Taste this I demanded, glazed eyes, flushed red face and palpatating heart - my children visibly quaked!
Hhhmm yuuuuum... goes the Youngest, seconds later his eyes widen and the chewy scone mush comes flying back out and lands in the bin - his horrified look confirms my fears, I turn to Eldest who stares worriedly at the tantalising scone in his hand.

TASTE IT! I repeat - his eyes screwed shut, he pops it in, chews, chews a bit more - one eye opens with a puzzled look, then it hit him - it too came out at high speed -

Mum! what have you done?!?

I had absolutely no idea what happened, I stare at the boys and they confirm my thoughts - there is no way I can serve fizzy scones at knit at natter. I hastily cover them over with a tea towel (out of site out of mind) and dash back with a plate of everyone one else's yummies - (thank you - Lovely Lady and Jak - you saved the day!)

By Sunday, I had recovered enough to try the recipe again, but in a smaller quantity. Carefully I weighed out and cross checked the recipe with my ingredients - then I realised what I had done - instead of using baking powder, in my haste I had grabbed the bicarbonate of soda (all 8 teaspoons worth) no wonder they were fizzy!! This time they were yummy and very quickly consumed - moral of the story - READ the recipe - CHECK  the ingredients - TASTE before offering round!!

Recipe and my baking reputation redeemed - phew.

Thank you for your lovely comments (which I am still receiving) for my blanket and my other crochet oddities - and your kind words about my knee :)

Have yourselves a sunny, smile filled day where ever you are .....

with love hawthorn xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx      =^.,.^=