I have been dying to bake for quite some time, but the so-called diet has kept the urge at bay, but this weekend, I thought stuff this, I am making something. It was a toss-up between this cake or my beetroot and dark chocolate, however, since it was my first bake of the year, and due to the abundance of Easter cakes about I decided to make Cherry and Marzipan Cake. It has a layer of marzipan running through it. I make the cake batter, put half in the cake tin, covered it with a layer of marzipan then the rest of the batter, and covered it with flaked almonds.
Lately, we have been really bad, and this week I have gone overboard. I went to Patisserie Valerie and bought luxury cakes which does not sound too bad, but when you take into account that I had a massive Chinese meal consisting of beef green pepper black bean sauce, salt and pepper chicken, fried rice, chips before the cakes then the fat boy pants really needed to come out.
I was going to bake a cheese and onion pie too, but M pointed out that I would be one meal away from a heart attack, so I will make that next week. In the meantime, I made cheese macaroni with tomatoes, onions and curry. M does not like that dish, and I had made enough for four people and ate quite a lot of it, so heart attack city here I come.
Well, what can I tell you about my latest knitting item, you know, the hat for breast cancer, I ripped it off the needles. Why? you may ask, well I was doing it on DPN’s then moved to circular needles, but when I got so far I could see that it really would not be big enough for an adult, and I was doing the medium size, so it had to go. I take a large size in hats and it would not go anywhere near me, M is Medium and he struggled, and it was quite a loose knit, so really it should have been okay, but nope. I also noticed that I had cocked up a few of the twist stitches.
Since we have the so-called Beast from the East 2 hitting us again this weekend I will start it all again, and cross my fingers that it works this time. I was enjoying doing it as the rib is a twisted stitch and the main pattern was lots of YO, SSK, K2Tog and P2SSO, so it was quite rhythmical, even hypnotic.
I have a few weeks to do both and get one off to the charity, so fingers crossed we are snowed in and progress will be made.
When we were in Rome, we notice that graffiti was quite literally everywhere, but in the UK it isn’t something you tend to come across that often, however, the other month I noticed these two, which had been painted over last year only to reappear the next day. Where they are is out of the way on an unused part of an industrial estate, and does not get that much viewing, however, I thought I would share these odd bits of writing from someone who considers themselves a philosopher.
The other night I decided to play Whitesnake Live At Donington 1990. This was one of the first of many visits to Castle Donington in my younger years. Also the first Rock Festival I had ever been to. I started going to concerts in 1989, and just could not get enough of them. At the time I was only earning £50 a week as a photographic lab technician, so money was not flowing the way I would have liked, but I managed to go to hundreds of gigs over the next ten years as I changed jobs and my salary increased.
The concert recording brings back so many memories of being there, the smell of the burning rubber as people had bonfires, the smell of all the different foods from hot dogs and burgers to falafels and other vegetarian delights. The hot sun filled day slowly turning colder, and above all the exhaustion from a full day of music, beer and fun.
One of the many memories was the flying plastic bottles, usually full of pee, yes, pee. Imagine a crowd of 72,500 people, three quarters probably men, needing a pee, and having large bottles that had beer in them, then instead of queueing for the toilet which would be miles away, then the bottles came to hand and were refilled. Certain songs would make people go a little mad and the throwing of the bottles began, with NO lids on them, so I am sure you could imagine the carnage, and how wet we ended up. I admit, I often used a bottle, and of course joined it. It was all part of the experience of a rock festival. It never put any of us off either, we all had changes of clothes with us in the cars, so could bag all the smelly muddy ones. Each year we went we knew what would happen, but this never dampened our spirits or enthusiasm to be there, however, it did dampen our clothes.
So, I share with you the headline act from 28 years ago that invokes so many good memories, and somewhere in that crowd is me.
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