Me back baking might not seem all that big a thing, but it means I'm finally shrugging off the not very nice cold I have had. The last two weeks, I've spent managing to keep the troops fed at meal times, but doing any baking I have not felt up to and to be honest, with the rest of the family not so well, it probably was not worth doing.
Anyway yesterday saw me come home from milking in the morning and a brisk cold sunny morning walk with the dogs, set me up to get out those baking trays and to get them lined and greased up. Just when I was about to finish, I thought I fancy a scone, so quickly got a batch done up. Scones as most will know are a staple part of the diet for a Devonian and I believe the Cornish after a pasty are partial to them, but unlike us Devonians who logically put our Clotted cream on first, then jam, as you would if you were using butter then jam, the Cornish put their jam on first and then cream. T'is next door to witchcraft I tell you. Lol
Also the reason for doing scones, was I had spied a tub of clotted cream in the fridge that needed using up, when I say, "Needed using up." The cream was dated as being used by the 23rd January and yesterday was the 7th February. Clotted cream in the fridge for this amount of time without being eaten shows how lacking in appetite we have all been. It smelled okay and no mould on it, not that mould stops me, that can be scrapped off as you well know.
I took the first try of it on a slightly warm scone and has I stuck my spoon in to retrieve some, it took me back to my childhood, because unlike the clotted cream that most will find on the shelf in the supermarket, this cream had matured and was like the clotted cream my Mum used to make, because it had a crust and underneath instead of being runny as most clotted cream you get now, it was solid and spread like slightly soft butter, proper clotted cream, you could feel your arteries furring up as you eat it, bloody delicious, I tell you. Lol
We still only have two bitches on heat being Belle and Treacle, who have surprised us by coming on a couple months before expected. Primrose is worrying me a bit, as the male dogs have been showing her a bit of interest, which often means they are near coming on heat. Primrose by her normal cycling should come on heat March/April, but with two bitches coming on early, this might make others follow suit. This causes a problem with Primrose, as we want to mate her with Toby and he is not being scanned until the 26th and probably won't know anything from the scan for at least a month or sometimes more. If Primrose comes on earlier than anticipated I will cross that bridge when/if I come to it.
Smudge should be coming on heat any day now and she is looking very well, in beautiful coat and with this dry fresh weather along with her mum, have been very playful and frisky. Dogs like dry, bright, cold winter days. The whole pack has enjoyed the sun on their backs the last couple days.
Really looking forward to the union of Smudge and Henry. It's just a waiting game now for Smudge to give the go ahead to proceedings.
Just got these couple photos of the boys who are watching, sniffing and waiting for need of their services.
I got home this morning from milking and I don't mind admitting I was bloody cold, well, my feet were cold. Just got the sock to boot ratio wrong this morning and suffered with cold feet all the way through milking. So, when I got home, I parked myself beside the fire to warm my feet up and eat a bowl of porridge that my husband had prepared for me. I could not quite manage the whole bowl, so Millie kindly cleared the rest for me, hence in the photos below you can see she has a bit of a porridgey face.
After cleaning the bowl thoroughly enough that you could of placed it back in the cupboard none the wiser, she jumped up to show me her appreciation and Molly one of our daughters caught the moment on camera, with the last photo telling me to look up at the camera. I looked up to give a lovely display of my wrinkles, something I tell you I have worked hard to attain. Forty-six years of out in all weathers, walking and riding into the rain, into the wind and into the sun rising.
Now before you all go rushing out to get some, you will need to know the only way you can truly get them is from the passing of time. So make sure you enjoy the time passing, you start life like a blank piece of paper and your face will tell the story of your life.
Don't tinker with your wrinkles
Let them be free, for all to see
Wear them with confidence, and with pride
Angry, happy or surprised
Showing that you are very much, still alive !
Just changed the word tinkle to tinker in the blog title and the little poem, as in Devon we use the word tinkle to also mean the same as tinker, but I realised that most think tinkle means to have a wee, so thought it best to use tinker instead. Lol
As I have got my appetite back with the coming back of my sense of smell and taste, I'm ending on the trifle I'm going to get stuck into tonight when I come home from milking this evening. We just had poached salmon for lunch and often on a Sunday, I eat so well the main, I can't face dessert and eat mine later for tea. So, I'm off now for a ten minute lie down with the dogs and varies children probably climbing over me, then off to milk and home to a bowl full of the beauty below, with no doubt several dogs watching me. Hoping that I have misjudged the amount I've put in my bowl. Lol
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.