Banana Cake / Tart

Banana cake
I have 3 very ripe bananas and 3 very cake loving Germans currently in my home. One of them is a permanent fixture, i.e., the German husband Joergi Bear, and the other 2 are his parents. Germans traditionally eat cake in the afternoon with their coffee and so I decided to make use of said 3 black bananas and bake a cake. I often bake a deevine banana bread, but I wanted to do something more special and for once the internet has proved less than forthcoming.

Farm Friday 5: The Spider's web

A spider's web in the moonlight
This beauty is (quite obviously) a spider web as opposed to the beauties in my house which are cobwebs, i.e., abandoned spider webs. The oldest web was found in England and dates back 140 million years so I don't feel so bad about the decade old ones hanging around my bedroom.

Supper with Susie and Eddie

Susie Said Stay for Sunday Supper
and if Susie Says Stay for Sunday Supper
you Stay for Sunday Supper
'cos Susie's Sunday Suppers are Super.

And Susie Serves Sunday Super Suppers Splendidly,
and Susie's Splendid Sunday Suppers Sure Smell Scrumptious
and Scrumptious Surely Says So much for
Susies's Super Sunday Supper!!!

Smoked Trout with Mascarpone

Farm Friday4: The Snow Plow

Our plow during the “storm”
So I missed one Farm Friday, but does that really mean I have to be tarred and feathered?! I am, of course, grateful to my loyal / crazy following that they even care, so I shall endeavor to be better and not let this happen again. And I do have SO much to write about. And I have tons of recipes just about ready to be posted. Sigh.

Farm Friday 3: My Kitties

Buddha in the doorway of our farmhouse in winter
I amaze myself at my Farm Friday dedication. It's shortly before midnight and I am dutifully at my computer purely for your pleasure...okay, so I too enjoy my blog. We have had a wonderful week with a delightful French student, Alexandre, who I would adopt if it wasn't for the fact that he already has a wonderful family. Buddha and Puss Puss, my first and second born furry “children” are slightly jealous, so I am posting photos of them today.

Rabbit Terrine with Prunes

Rabbit terrine with chicory apple salad
I am finally posting a recipe in February with just a few minutes in hand before March kicks in. I impress myself! Today's recipe is for bunny and although I too don't like to think of the cute cuddly pet in relation to what is on my plate, when I see what “cutey” is currently doing to my cabbages, I become less sentimental.

Farm Friday: Angels among us

An angel on our farm
Yet another week has passed and still no recipe, but at least I am keeping up with Farm Friday. I might just get round to posting a recipe today, but don't hold your breath as blue might not suit you... The above photo is of a metal piece of artwork by our friend Jackie Grimm who is the most amazing artist. We also have a Spanish Flamenco dancer from her, but you'll have to be patient and wait to see her.

Farm Friday: Soay Sheep

Joerg and our sheep
As one of my trusted readers pointed out (thank you Deirdre for reading my blog), I said that I would be doing different things this year including Farm Friday, but that is as far as it got. Oops. Today is Friday, at least for another half hour or so, and I am finally going to put my threat into action and introduce Farm Friday.

January 25th is Burns Night

Balmoral chicken – chicken stuffed with haggis
(Today’s recipe: Balmoral Chicken)

I've heard my Scottish friends talk of Burns Night, but I never actually knew what it was and did not want to show my complete stupidity by saying, “what dat den?” So when Sam invited us for a Burns Night Supper, I had to be brave and say, “what dat den?” She very kindly explained that it had nothing to do with Guy Fawkes (come on, burn, fireworks, how could I know), but with Scotland's most famous poet. (And in my defense I even know one of his 559 poems, so there.)

Warm Red Cabbage Salad with Blood Sausage / Black Pudding / Blutwurst

Warm red cabbage with apples and no blood sausage
I clearly remember the first time my Granny said she was having black pudding for supper. I asked her what it was and she said it was made from blood. Well, I just about threw up and seriously questioned her mental health for a long time. What does pudding have to do with blood, I still ask, but even Wikipedia didn't go into the origin of the name. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_pudding . Do you perhaps know why it's called a pudding?