This post is entitled Small Indulgences but it could so easily be called a Red Letter Day, as all the items are in shades of pink or red.
But more of those items later. First, we were up fairly early for us and our grandson arrived about ten minutes to nine, with his little back pack and a bag filled with books, games and toys. I asked him if he’d had breakfast and although he said he had, when I asked him if he’d like a bacon sandwich like Granddad was going to have, he said yes, please, he would like that! So I made breakfast for us all and made him a little bacon ‘butty’.
While I cleared up the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher Granddad read to him and played games, and then, as his daddy had put his little apron in his back pack, I asked him if he’d like to make jam tarts? Well, what four year old could refuse an invitation like that?
And so I got out the baking tin, the mixing bowl, rolling pin, weigh scales, etc, and showed him how to weigh out the flour and fat, how to rub it in so that it resembled breadcrumbs, how to add water and turn it into dough, then how to roll it out. No ready-roll stuff here! Nothing wrong with ready-made pastry, but it’s good for children to know how to make things from scratch.
But first of all I taught him to wash his hands carefully before handling any food, this is a good lesson to learn early, I thought. Also that the oven is Very Hot and he must not touch it.
He listened carefully, and when we each had a portion of the dough I taught him how to roll it out and cut out the shapes for the tarts. He then chose the various jams to spoon into the tarts and I put them in the oven to bake so that he could take them home for his mummy and daddy. We had a great time!
There was flour everywhere, but who cares? It was easily cleaned up and nothing beats the enjoyment of teaching a four year old how to bake. The earlier children start to learn basic cookery skills, the better. My mother had taught me to make a Victoria sponge by the time I was seven or eight and I could manage a roast dinner by the time I was ten or eleven.
After his mummy and daddy returned to collect him, having been to see the school our grandson will attend from September, and then having gone to vote in the General Election, we then went out to vote and then to do the food shopping.
I love sweet Williams and I could not resist buying two more bunches even though we still have last week’s looking good – one of the bunches is in the photo above and another is below.
I have not read the novels of Kathryn Hughes but I have bought both of then, the one above arrived this morning and the one below arrived yesterday …
and with this book above, by the same post came …
(As you can see the predominant colour for this post is red!) This is a lovely book, showing how you can make small improvements to rooms without too much cost or effort, using flowers, objects, books and textiles, but most of all having a clean and well-organized home. A lovely book to add to my already quite large collection of interiors books.
I should add here that all three books are 2nd hand and were inexpensive.
As well as the books, I sent for some eau de toilette, and that also arrived. I received a present last Christmas of dusting powder and three lovely Bronnley soups in the fragrance of Hibiscus. I liked the soaps (all now used) and dusting powder so much that this week I sent for the eau de toilette. It was very inexpensive and although it is similar to the dusting powder, I think it is going to prove too ‘heavy’ for me. We shall see, but as it was so inexpensive I don’t feel I’ve rocked the fiscal boat.
Indeed, it has been a couple of days of small indulgences – books, flowers, perfume, sweets and chocolate. We rarely buy sweets but I bought some humbugs and toffees and a bar of marzipan-filled chocolate, one which I’ve had before and which is delicious.
Just a few indulgences – well, we all need those now and again, don’t we?
This evening we will stay up as long as our eyes will stay open in order to watch the results of the General Election. It’s going to be a long night!
Until next time.