"It’s Valentine’s tomorrow – lets have a carb fest."
Now, this kind of remark may or may not do it for you, but you have to bear in mind that I have been making poignantly yearning references to the bread and butter pudding that we made at the end of last year. Man of the Moment that he is, next minute he forgot all about the carb fest and said we should go on a spree at the “aphrodisiac food section” (?) of Sainsbury’s.
Somewhere in a box in the loft are a couple of menus from a restaurant in Camden Lock on Valentine’s day in 1985. There were asparagus, of that I am certain, and I think the ice cream was garnished with passion fruit sauce and a spring onion, but I can’t remember what else we had. I do remember, though, that on this night, probably over the ice cream and spring onion course, he proposed to me. On this night also, Daughter of Signs was conceived.
It's not all about the food, obviously. I am not forgetting about the carb fest idea though. Tomorrow I am going to be making these for breakfast
We will be having them with jam and cream, and then we will be walking on the forest, me remembering lines from the e.e. cummings poetry we read to each other at the wedding, eight years after the Valentine proposal, (our children came dressed in elephant suits).
"Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need"
Happy V day.
(I know this is the second time in a week that I have banged on about scones - they seem to have become something of a motif.)
14 comments:
They look like what I'd call biscuits, which looks yummy. You remind me that I wanted to make popovers.
Romance is a weird experience, read through what people actually find romantic.
Oh, those look so good that I started salivating. Yes, we call those biscuits here in the states, but I recognize those as scones. Have an extra one for me. :)
Such a terrible pun here, but that really does sound like a good recipe for Valentine's Day.
I love the elephant suits too - and a walk in the forest will be just fine, I'm sure.
Word ver = writyrm
I love your photos of food. In fact i love your photography -it is to the point and homely. enjoy the forest. thinking of you
Buttery warm scones, home-made strawberry jam and clotted cream should always follow a walk in the woods, especially at this time of year
Zhoen, it's become a misunderstood word altogether, hasn't it? I can only really use it tongue in cheek.
Collin, I was happy to oblige you in this.
Trousers, please thank the WVLs for reminding me that I am a writyr. The m is for married, obviously, as it's Valentine's day.
Ms North, I have to confess that this photo is not mine. But ta. Thinking of you too.
Julie - (forest edge Julie?) well we had the scones first thing - and then the walk. A good, long one.
The scones look yummy!!!!!
Happy V day.
How lovely they look. I hope you enjoy them. I've got a pizza takeaway child - I have a theory that children's personalities reflect the circumstances of their conception. Is it suitable blog material though?
They were, Kahless - all gone now.
Petal, it's an interesting idea, especially if the focus were to be on the main meal eaten that day. Have to say that Daughter looks nothing like an asparagus or a spring onion. Having said that, she enjoys eating both those things.
Hope you both had a happy V day :)
I had a bit of a celebratory carb fest myself, spotted dick and custard!!!
Your scones look delicious.
But not a "lite" motif.
There are so many things to be said about the idea of a spotted dick fest, Digi - but I'm going to restrain myself and not say any of them.
No indeed, Montag. Although, come to think of it, maybe so.
Yummy scones and writing, dear Signs. And I love the fact that your daughter was conceived on V Day...
Thank you, Mellifluous. One of the wonderful things about the writing bit is that it has no calories.
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