A family word for recipes.

After yesterday's at home and the consequent repast at church I've had requests for two of the recipes.  Rather than try to remember who wanted them, I thought I'd post them here.  The imperial-metric conversions are different in each case, but either is OK so long as you are consistent.

Grandma's Fruit Cake

8oz (200g) self raising flour

4oz (100g) caster sugar

12oz (300g) mixed dried fruit

4 oz (100g) glace cherries, halved

2 eggs, beaten

4oz (100g) butter or margarine, melted

1/4 tsp mixed spice

1/4 tsp grated nutmeg

Pinch salt

3/4 cup milk (about 6 floz or 175ml)

Vanilla or almond essence

Method

Prehat oven to 160C/325F/ Gas Mark 3

Grease and line a loaf tin

Mix all the ingredients in a bowl and beat well!

Pour into tin and bake for 2 hours

Cheesy Scones

8oz (250g) self-raising flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 1/2 oz (40g) butter or margarine

1/4 pint (150ml) buttermilk

6-8 oz (175 - 250g) grated strong cheddar

Method

Preheat oven to 230C/450F/Gas Mark 8 and place a baking sheet in to warm up

Sift the flour, salt and baking powder into a bowl.  Now stir in the cheese.

Rub in the butter/margarine until the mixture resembles breadcrumbs.

Make a well in the mixture and pour in the buttermilk and mix lightly to a soft dough

Turn out onto a floured boards and knead livery lightly to smooth the outside.

Roll out to about 1/4 in (1.5 cm) thick and cut into rounds

Place on preheated baking sheet and cook for 8-10 minutes

Serve hot or cold with butter or spread.

ENJOY!  We did.

... well just about.

Having overseen the baking, making, hiding of clutter and with just the hoovering, dusting and final touches to be done after my leaping about session, Holly in her best liturgical fashion invites you to come and share, for all is now ready (or will be by 2 p.m.)

Suffice to say after all that episcopacy, she is exhausted and taking a well earned nap!

Yup, it's me plagiarising the Chris Idle hymn (Lord You Sometimes Speak in Wonders) yet again.

One effect the last year has had on me, is to erode my, never too great to start with, confidence, and increase my propensity to worry and over reflect.  I have also become a lot more irritable (that is probably a drug side effect, and will hopefully disappear in about four years time...) and way less tolerant of people 'sweating small stuff'.  All of which often leaves me questioning my abilities as a minister type person.  I never think I'm good enough, am always conscious of my shortcomings and over reflect on every criticism that comes my way.  Daft, but that's me.

Anyway, overnight an email arrived from someone I only know on line, and only vaguely, and in a very narrow context in which I am no longer active, but which gave me a real 'lift' with its kind words.

This kind of thing happens periodically, just when I need a little reassurance or encouragement, and it has to be God...

Lord, you sometimes speak in emails,

Or phones calls from a distant place:

Kindly words to life our spirits

When we doubt our own ability -

Oh Lord you sometimes speak in emails.

Thank you God for your mysterious ways!

PS This applies to other types of email (or phone call or letter) too - it's something about the unsolicited, unexpected nature, more than the content (it could equally be to challenge me or to confirm something I/we have been pondering) that is the God-ness.

No, not a greeting, a statement of opinion, as I finally sit down having restored some semblance of order and cleanliness to my kitchen after Holly's bake-a-thon.

Just in case anyone wonders what she's been supervising (baking with paws is not exactly very practical, so you need a slave) here is a photo taken just before everything was covered in foil lest she decided to test it overnight...

Giant vegan chocolate cupcakes with oreos (oreos turn out not to be vegan but they can be pulled off easily)

Vegan cupcakes with cardamom and strawberries

Ginger cupcakes with gingerbread stars

Blueberry muffins, kind of... don't look very muffin like

Cheese scones

Plain scones

Grandma's fruit cake

Carrot and apple cake with cream cheese topping

Not pictured, a loaf of tomato bread still coooking, and of course the mini quiches which are being kept chilled.

Phewf, no wonder I am ready for a rest.  But wow, how great to have the energy to do all this again.  It's probably the first time in over a year I haven't had to reign in my enthusiasm to match my reduced energy levels.  Just hope I don't 'pay for it later' to coin a west of Scotland phrase.

Recently I've noticed a number of my fellow bloggers are introducing "comment policies" and/or using moderation tools because they are getting increasing numbers of offensive or inappropriate comments on their blogs.  This saddens me - and them - as they are very responsible bloggers who are posting interesting articles and/or stimulating important and valuable online conversations.  Of course the comment facility on here is so unpredictable that I can never be sure if people have tried to comment or not!  Annoyingly, comments advertising pseudo-medical products do still manage to find their way through the ether, so periodically I have to have a blitz on them.

I know, from checking my stats, that in a typical month around 2000 unique visitors will come to this blog.  I also know, from keyword searches recorded by the stats thingy, what kind of posts they are seeking - anything from specific liturgies to chemo regimes to 'where can I buy a fairtrade duffle coat' (I don't know the answer to the last one!).  With such a wide readership (loads of people have this blog bookmarked!) it does no harm now and then to remind myself, and my readers, that this is, and always has been, a personal blog:

• The views expressed are mine.
• The foul ups are mine.
• The useful bits are mine.

I endeavour to be accurate in citing any sources I quote (though confess I do nick a few images from the web) since I take seriously copyright restrictions.

I also do my best to anonymise or at least mask the identities of real people and places... but the truth is, anyone with access to the web can readily track down The Gathering Place, Dibley, D+1, D+2, D+6 Dibley Penties, or any other congregation to which I allude.  I am, like it or not, quite a well known Baptist blogger!

A lot of stuff can never be blogged - there are obviously pastoral and professional matters that are confidential and/or sensitive and I take such issues very seriously.  Part of the nature of this blog is that much can never be shared, or only shared retrospectively.

Inevitably when people like what I write, when it accords with their views or experience, when they find it funny or thoughtful, I hear little and I blog away quite happily.  Very occasionally (now three times in over six years, and, to date, 2402 posts including this one) something I say causes hurt or upset.  My logical head says 3 out of 2402 is pretty good going, and even if the real count is ten times that (on the basis that some people will just stop reading and/or not say anything) it's still not so bad.  Nevertheless it always upsets me that I've upset others and I worry what to do about it.

Anyway, in the interests of openness, and in the spirit in which I've always written this blog, I am sorry to anyone (everyone) who I have inadvertently offended or upset.  I have added a 'low key' info box to the sidebar reminding readers that this is MY blog not that of any organisation.  It's not a disclaimer in any legal sense of the word, just a ham-fisted attempt to reduce the potential for misunderstanding.  I like to think I'm reasonably moderate in what and how I say it, but I am also a flawed human who now and then will mess up.