RC-M versus the WI part er whatever

Cherry swirls!

The mixture was so thick it broke my piping bag, hence no swirls!

They taste OK but if you don’t like glace cherries, don’t bother!

Ricky vs the WI part 2.

OK, OK, OK!

So, not only have I forgotten how to count, I’d forgotten that I had made the second entry in the WI Book of Biscuits already but totally didn’t bother to post up the entry thereby screwing up the validity of this project and possibly throwing the entire universe into a reverse polarity vortex paradox type thingy.

It’s possibly because I’ve been working my ARSE off on the Airfix Lounge and, thus, everything else has been slightly sidelined. I must have spent a pleasurable hour or so baking and then gone into a sugar induced coma.

These are classic, bland, easy and, in fact, deeply dull. Oh, I remember rolling them out too thin so the oven was too hot and the cooking time much reduced. I think the mix was rather wet too. Rolling out wasn’t easy. I though biscuits were a piece of piss. hey ho.

Now, the icing was fun. I ended up making my own as the tubes of coloured stuff I had lurking in the depths of my cake box – Yes, I have a cake box, dear reader, where I hide my secret cake-related purchases from my beloved, a place full of Lakeland receipts, spatulas and special ingredients – proved to be too old and too thick and, frankly, unmanageable. Probably fine if you’re 5 and making a mess is more important than trying to design typography.

The final result.

Hey, I know I’ve lived with the world’s greatest graphic designer for over 30 years and some of it should have rubbed off, but I was having an off day and got distracted by Doctors. Gotta love Mrs Tembe.

Tea and Biscuits.

I know I’ve done this before, but this is my favourite thing to do in Brighton. Mug of tea and a bag of biscuits at The Meeting Place Cafe, Hove lawns, playing Brighton Bingo! When your food’s ready, they call your number! “HOUSE!”. If you don’t get there quickly… “24, 24?” “24, your chips are getting cold!”