June into July 2024 How’s your summer so far? June is so pretty in the UK, lots of green and the first flush of roses and wild flowers. My pots have later flowering plants mostly so I’m waiting for alliums, agapanthus and rudbeckias to show me their colours. The hydrangea though is in flower with more blooms to come. I love that they’ll tinge with pink as they eventually fade and start to dry.
What wonderful memories. I loved reading about the marmalade tart and yes not all cream is the same. We only had cream on Sundays in London in a little jar/ bottle from the milkman. Swiss cream was a different thing altogether served a a wooden bowl with a taste of new mown hay.
Another wonderful letter Francey, read today from the luxury of my bed with a cup of coffee.
My favourite teatime treat was my mum’s marmalade tart. Mum’s teatime cakes were always the same. Either a big fruit cake or little queen cakes. They were hit or miss as mum couldn’t be bothered to weigh out ingredients, often resulting in dry cakes which were sometimes a little burnt.
Where mum failed in cake making, she excelled in pastry making with her cool hands and light touch. Her pastry was always melt in the mouth and buttery. The perfect foil for the bitter marmalade, which was always Robinsons so we could collect the Golly tokens to get an enamel Golly badge. Different times back in the late 60s.
If we were lucky we got a dollop of tinned pasteurised cream. I didn’t taste real cream until I went to stay with a penfriend in the Austrian Tyrol. Her mum baked cakes every afternoon and they were served with lots of schlagsahne. Cream that came from my friend’s uncle’s farm a short walk away which we collected in a churn each day.
What wonderful memories. I loved reading about the marmalade tart and yes not all cream is the same. We only had cream on Sundays in London in a little jar/ bottle from the milkman. Swiss cream was a different thing altogether served a a wooden bowl with a taste of new mown hay.
Thanks Brigitte
Kindest regards,
Francey
Another wonderful letter Francey, read today from the luxury of my bed with a cup of coffee.
My favourite teatime treat was my mum’s marmalade tart. Mum’s teatime cakes were always the same. Either a big fruit cake or little queen cakes. They were hit or miss as mum couldn’t be bothered to weigh out ingredients, often resulting in dry cakes which were sometimes a little burnt.
Where mum failed in cake making, she excelled in pastry making with her cool hands and light touch. Her pastry was always melt in the mouth and buttery. The perfect foil for the bitter marmalade, which was always Robinsons so we could collect the Golly tokens to get an enamel Golly badge. Different times back in the late 60s.
If we were lucky we got a dollop of tinned pasteurised cream. I didn’t taste real cream until I went to stay with a penfriend in the Austrian Tyrol. Her mum baked cakes every afternoon and they were served with lots of schlagsahne. Cream that came from my friend’s uncle’s farm a short walk away which we collected in a churn each day.