Once again a cold snap has descended and I’ve become surgically attached to my hot water bottle of an evening. Anything that offers warmth and cosiness is what I want to have around me right now: freshly laundered blankets; bowls of hot porridge; thick woollen scarfs. It’s forecast to get even colder with snow on its way so I shall continue to cocoon myself. Read post.
Unless you’ve been underground with no access to television, newspapers or the internet for the past few weeks you don’t need me to tell you that the UK has been experiencing something of an ice age with snow and ice causing widespread disruption, some misery, but also, let’s be honest, lots of fun!
The presents are wrapped and under the tree, the turkey is sitting in the fridge and the ham has been cooked and glazed. I’ve change into my pyjamas and am about to watch ‘The Polar Express’, as I have on the last few Christmas Eves (it’s becoming something of a tradition). But before I do I wanted to write a little Christmas post.
Thanks to this blog, Facebook and Twitter I have had the fortune of being able to communicate with so many wonderful people in America who, although we’ve never met, I consider my extended friends. It’s to all of you who I dedicate this post to and wish you the happiest of Thanksgivings.
Who doesn’t love a good, hot, buttered crumpet?
I’m talking about the snacks, you naughty things.
English crumpets are irresistible at any time of the day. They’re great smeared with Marmite for breakfast, topped with fried, scrambled or poached eggs for lunch, or served with a little honey or jam for afternoon tea. They’re one of those foods that are like a great big culinary hug; especially good for a grey, drizzly day. Read post