Sunday, December 11, 2016

Sunday 11th Dec

Sunday morning, and i am up early waiting for the dark to go, being a 'lark' means that I freeze slightly till the heating comes on.  First cup of tea and I am on the computer with Lucy pacing from room to room, LS is an 'owl' and will not be woken till 8.0.clock.  I wander through the Roman Cawthorn Camps online trying to pinpoint an Iron Age square barrow from the Arras Culture which lies amongst the camps.  Yorkshire has quite a few barrows such as these, sometimes called chariot burials, as their chariots and horses are also  occasionally buried with them. Deciding that it is to be found in the central camp,  I think when the weather is better to go and find it.

Wetwang burial in East Yorkshire

Next thing Kirstie Allsop, who always plunges head first into Christmas with such joy and gusto, well we can't have a tree, Lucy has already pulled off all the lights round the fire with a great bang in the middle of the night, luckily it was brass candlestick holders that fell.  But I can make something for her, wonder if she will eat them?

Ingredients (makes about 20 dog biscuits)
350 grams plain flour
1 egg
A low salt chicken stock cube
2 tablespoons dried parsley
120 ml hot water
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The process*
1. Preheat your oven at 200C
2. Dissolve the stock cube into hot water in a bowl
3. Add the flour, egg and parsley to the stock and mix together until you form a dough
4. Knead the dough for a few minutes until it forms a ball – you need to add a tiny bit more water at this stage.
5. Then roll the dough out evenly until it’s half an inch thick approx
6. Cut out shapes using your cookie cutter
7. Place the cut out biscuits on a baking tray that is lined with greaseproof paper
8. Cook in the centre of the oven for 20 – 30 minutes, until they are golden brown
Allow to cool before serving, then let your pet pooch enjoy!

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Light comes eventually, a lovely sunrise, sadly forecasting rain, the church walls bathed in a pink light, our window sills cluttered with bits and pieces, you can see my little yellow elephant, (always have to have an 'elephant in the room') dancing around with Japanese ladies.






Avian flu;  Well Jo came round yesterday, they keep their chickens in their orchard in a shed and have no run, so they are going to ignore the injunction.  Nigel across the road has already made up a small square run, and Nelson, well all I saw out yesterday were his geese.


Somewhere to visit Ebberston Church

4 comments:

  1. Our hens are all shut in their hut - the weather is foggy here and all they usually do on such days is to cross the yard and stand looking forlorn in the barn, so we don't feel too bad. But we feel we must obey the rules.

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  2. Will try and find some wood chip for the ground for my three, it is so muddy in their runs, they are covered though.

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  3. I am envious of your wide tiled window ledge. I think I see a cyclamen in bloom amongst your treasures.
    Now that we are 'retired' I like to be the first one downstairs--a bit of quiet before needing to be chatty and cheerful.

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  4. Yes Sharon love being up early and quiet. And yes there are two cyclamen on the window sill, outdoor ones as the large indoor pots were too flamboyant.

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