I have had an intensely work-heavy week with The Stitchery Club and unavoidably there's
some quite a bit of housework which has once again been sorely neglected, but seriously, hard wood floors cover a multitude of sins and I am praising God today that we have them. If my floors were white tiles? Oh, let's not even imagine that one!
But in busy weeks you just have to take the good with the bad.
The Good: Our washing has stayed up to date and I've also been doing Blossom's washing since they moved house because their new machine won't be delivered until the end of next week. We've eaten well all week with every meal cooked from scratch using what was on hand, and that has in turn emptied the fridge and vegetable crisper.
I'm even up to date with office work.
The Bad: Our bathroom is crying "help me" every time I walk past. Sophie's shedding hair by the bucket load now the weather has climbed to a late winter 28 degrees (82F) and it can be found on every surface and growing like molehills in the corners of each room. The refrigerator should be washed and scrubbed before I grocery shop on Monday and my studio is a mess.
This is life, the everyday living and working from home life. And to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way.
So there I was at 2.30 pm today (Friday), the final email of the working week had been answered and I'd finished uploading all the new patterns to my shop.
The kettle was almost ready to boil and I was considering whether or not to open a packet of McVitie's Dark Chocolate Digestive biscuits (oh, my, they are divine) to have with my cuppa or butter a piece of the banana bread I'd baked on Tuesday.
I chose the McVities. Told you, they are divine.
With tea brewing in the pot and those three dark chocolate topped biscuits in my hand leaving a line of melted deliciousness across my palm I went looking for the novel I began last week. I was envisioning a totally relaxed, chilled out couple of hours before my husband arrived home.
But then out of the corner of my eye I saw the book which had started me on this whole living the gentle domestic life journey, the book I read off and on all year through. Shoving one biscuit in my mouth and laying the other two aside I ran to the sink to wash my hands before returning to the bookcase and taking that wonderful book off the shelf. My afternoon reading material had been upgraded.
But here's where it got interesting.
I poured a cup of tea, reacquainted myself with those remaining biscuits, and with the book wedged under my arm headed out to the white wicker chair on the back verandah to experience blissful domestic inspiration once again. I placed the tea cup on the table, the biscuits on a drink coaster, and felt the book slipping from under my arm. It dropped to the table and fell open at a page of memories from ten years ago.
The Battenberg Cake.
When I first bought this book and began to slowly read Jane Brocket's engaging thoughts on most things domestic (every page or two is another topic) I fell in love with her photo of the Battenberg Cake and could not go past it until this delicious treat had been baked in my own oven for my own family.
My one diversion from her recipe was the marzipan icing. I detest marzipan icing and opted for a nice thick strawberry buttercream instead.
The cake was delicious and I thought myself so accomplished surrounded by the children's oohs and aahs of lip licking delight, and Mr E's request for "another slice?"
I even found a photo of that cake in our computer archives!
(and I still have those beautiful plates...sigh...lovely memories of op shopping with Bloss)
Now you'd imagine after such a display of family pleasure the recipe would have been a regular repeat in our monthly menu...but no, it was not. I never made it again.
Why? I have no answer.
Isn't that odd?
So there I was this afternoon stuck once again on the double page, salivating over the memory of that wonderful cake of ten years past, and deciding it must be made once more (at least).
Now I must also tell you that I've adored the matching tea cosy photographed on the same page for just as long as I've loved the cake. In fact at one stage I went looking for the pattern to knit a Battenberg tea cosy of my own but couldn't decide on two colours so it's just as well I never found one.
But that was then and this is now, and Pinterest can find anything crafty I need apparently - even a Battenberg tea cosy.
And this blogger also got inspired by the same Jane Brocket book to knit one (and bake the cake!)...
Well, what's a girl to do?
Clean the house and bake a cake I imagine.
Perhaps in that order, perhaps not?
Better see how the house hunting goes over the weekend before I make plans, though in all honesty if I clean the house on Monday then baking a Battenberg can be my reward.
Wouldn't it be marvellous if we found a home and the cake was to be a celebration cake!?
Either way, next week this cake shall be made.
Is there a cake you've not made for years and years that you really enjoyed?
Better be off, Mr E is ready for a night drive by the ocean and Bob-the-dog is tipping his head to one side as if to say "I'm going with you, right?"...
Have a wonderful weekend and may the Lord's favour be upon all you do,