Some friends of mine run a farm and coffee shop and were recently left in the lurch by an employee. As I spend copious amounts of time in my own kitchen, washing up, cooking etc, I offered my services for a few days to help out.
I chopped salad, made up coleslaw, egg mayonnaise, tuna mayonnaise, made malteser slice and mars bars crispies, filled a Victoria sponge, iced sprinkle cakes, made top hats, and baked carrot cake, as well as washing stacks of dishes.
Another task was making the buttericing to fill and top a lemon sponge.
"Two of marg, four and a half of icing sugar," said Moira, "You'll need a tea towel to cover the mixer so you don't get covered."
I carefully measured the ingrediants, popped into the Kenwood, covered and switched on. Waited a while and removed the cloth. Peered into the mixer.
"Can't see why that would make a mess," me thinks.
Moira comes to stand next to me and peer into the mixer.
We look at each other.
I say to Moira,
"Pounds, not ounces."
Moira collapses in a corner, tears streaming down her face.
I add more. Carefully.
Made her day.
Friday 17 November 2017 – A Cheadle Circuit
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