I've had a bit of a baking bonanza the past few days. I've had one of those weeks that left me wanting things like buttered toast and cake by the end of it, so I set aside my sensible getting-into-shape-for-summer plans gave in to the carby cravings and got stuck in.
An invitation to picnic lunch at Wembury beach started the baking frenzy; I baked a lovely soft seedy loaf, perfect for egg sandwiches in the sunshine (utterly fab weather - bare legs and everything!).
(A selection of home grown eggs from my hens and my friends' hens!)
Then I made a batch of thick, chewy, peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies to send in a care-package to my brother in France, who needed cheering up following the recent death of his poor little car. I obviously had to try a few as they emerged hot and squashy from the oven, just to check that they tasted ok....
Then I realised it was hot cross bun season and I therefore absolutely needed hot toasted buttery spiced fruity buns for breakfast...so I made a batch of those too. They have lovely sticky tops and smell (and taste!) divine.
On Friday my lovely neighbours were hosting birthday cocktails and so just before donning my party dress I quickly made a batch of cinnamon buns to take round for recovery brunch on Saturday morning. (Sadly, as I actually was slightly hungover, I then forgot to take a photo of them, but here is the recipe!)
And here is the reason why I forgot...
(Very cute party dress, but I got cold and hat to put woollen layers on...which changed the look from glam to gran...)
It was very serious cocktails.
The cinnamon buns went down rather well with a fabulous fried breakfast, about a million cups of tea and some rugby; the perfect hangover cure!
This afternoon I had a few friends round for afternoon tea, which obviously needs a batch of warm scones and piles of butter and jam to make it really worth while.
Back to normal food tomorrow!
That's a seriously PROPER cream tea table!!!
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