This week I have been experimenting with rock cake recipes, in an attempt to recreate the rock cakes I remember from my childhood. So far, I haven’t made any replicas but I finally settled on the old Edmonds recipe for Rock Cakes, as a suitable compromise. The recipe is basic and easy and economical. When I was a child I puzzled about why these cakes were called rock cakes. I thought it had something to do with their texture because, after a couple of days , they were sometimes as hard as rocks. Usually, they were all eaten before that could happen. It was not until my more senior years that I finally ‘twigged’ that the rock in rock cakes refers to their shape.
I made peanut brownie biscuits this afternoon. I hadn’t made them since before the year dot. I was apprehensive. However, I used a tried and true recipe from my faithful old friend, the 1967 edition of the Edmonds Cookery Book, and no biscuit could have turned out finer.
Something else I did today that I haven’t done since before the year dot; I licked the mixing bowl clean – not literally, I used a spoon and licked that clean. Delicious fun.
This week he was dobbed in to Dog Control as a nuisance barker. There is no strict definition for nuisance barking, in terms of number and duration of barks, but, apparently, someone considers six or seven barks a day a nuisance. I do not which someone complained. However, I do sympathise with the complainant because Jack has a piercing bark. Yet, surely, a dog is entitled to some free speech. Or should be 🙂 ! And when it comes to noise, I admire the attitude of one neighbour who says,” I like hearing Jack bark. If I can hear him bark, I know I am alive.”
That’s the spirit.
Only, because I believe in good neighbourlines, Jack has to be very good and very silent for awhile. I guess that means I must find another way to help my neighbour know she is alive. Cookies, perhaps?
Questions: Why do we say “a proper nuisance”? Is there “an improper nuisance” ?