I've not really made anything all week. Unless baking an orange cranberry date loaf for school lunches counts. The original recipe was for a date loaf with lots of sugar, so I played around with the recipe (I always do); I suppose at least I was being creative. I am hoping to resume regular programming in the near future.
Fortunately things haven't been catastrophic as I am allowing myself tea. It's funny, I usually drink tea from a mug, and I enjoy it ( I have it with milk). But when I have it in a proper cup, especially if it's first made in a teapot, I REALLY LOVE it. I feel it reviving me, nurturing me. I went and bought myself this little cup from the local op shop (thrift store) just so I could use real teacup everyday. I also try to make a pot in the afternoon when the little kids come home from school (the other two don't usually come home until dinner time). Matt bought this lovely teapot for me for a birthday present a few years ago. It is enormous. I do love it, but unfortunately it doesn't pour well; it makes a terrible mess. So now I'm on the look out for a little one just for me; preferably from the op shop. I may even be tempted to make a little tea cosy. My grandmother always had a pot of tea in a well worn tea cosy when we went to visit. And she always made us a cake.
I have been thinking a lot about her lately. Especially when I make tea. She was a knitter, a baker, a maker of jams. She used to sell her goods at two local shops which were mainly staffed by older women such as herself. I wonder what she would have made of this world of blogging. Of the exchange of ideas and inspiration that goes on with computers these days? I wish she was still around; I'd love to ask her for some of the recipes I took for granted growing up: Ginger Cake, Apple Jelly Jam. And to show her some of the things I've made. I will have to settle for continuing her tradition of a fresh pot of tea and cake for when someone comes to call.