Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Iola, Lentil Dhal, Stolen Sweet Pastry, and a deflated Custard Tart

It's going a missmash of a blog today.
A missmash sort of day it has been
Yola's Father I.P.Jones

This morning two ambling figures were spied walking back from the old shop along London Road. Both were pushing those strange looking mixtures of zimmer frane and shopping trolley, so their progress was incredibly slow and deliberate.
I crossed the road to say hello and strange as it sounds also a final goodbye for the couple are due to leave Trelawnyd very soon.
I first met the Endres when I was collecting information on the History of the village.
( see http://trelawnydhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/mrs-iola-endres-nee-jones.html)
 Iola Endres is one of the last of Trelawnyd's Royalty still living in the village. She ran the village shop as her father had done for many years and knows the history of the place inside and out. Now, after a period of ill health her and her husband are off to live near her daughter in Manchester.
I wished them well, but it wasnt a happy encounter.
Back home I made a lentil dahl for supper

Then made a batch of sweet pastry , half of which was stolen from the kitchen table by Meg. Who is now sleeping it off on the living room arm chair
No doubt we are now in for a night of THE SHITS!
Meg nursing a dickey tummy

I made another batch in a rush in order to bang out a custard tart
But the effing thing leaked in the oven , leaving a tart only 4 mm thick!
I salvaged two wafer thin wedges and later will take them up to my friend Bob ( the ex poultry farmer who taught me how to " neck" a  chicken) who has just come out of hospital.
Mind you, looking at the state of the slices , I'm not sure I'll bother

Oh the shame!

They look as though Ive sat my arse on em


49 comments:

  1. Between Meg's thievery and the leaky crust, you've got arse custard no matter how you look at it.

    Yes, I know, that was disgusting and I should be flogged! Feeling sassy on my side of the pond. ;)

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    1. Yes jane it was beneath you
      Xx

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    2. *sniggers* arse custard! Ha ha ha ha.

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  2. Tell 'em it's a Winnie fanny print? They'll bronze it for sure... Hey ho!

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    1. I feel sick.....

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    2. I shouldn't laugh, I recall a time when Lily the Doodle stole two loaves of fresh-baked buttermilk bread AND a stick of butter. I was cleaning up after her for hours.

      I've made my share of fanny tarts as well.

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  3. I like this post, the real life with the small details sad and happy in the same time.

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    1. Even I have normal days

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  4. Oh my, I think I'd give the poor tart to Meg instead. Hope you had a pan beneath the tart. I pity you if you didn't. What a mess that would be getting up.

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  5. I was able to make contact with the ninety odd year old daughter of the town shopkeeper of the early 20th century and through the depression. I cited her as the final authority of the history of her time of the little town park, as she lived just across the tracks from it. I was thrilled, and she was charming and kind. And, the story of the little park is recorded.

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    1. Thats exactly why i started to write some of the oral histories of the village.......

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  6. Poor wee Meg...I hope both of you aren't sorry later for her pilfering.

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  7. Take it to the farmer man, it will make his day, that someone cares.x

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  8. Oh John - sad story about your old friends leaving their village - I am sure it is heart-breaking for them too.
    As for that custard tart - all I can say is that I do agree - it is pretty pathetic. The lentil thing looks good but am not sure the farmer would agree.
    Poor old Meg - we all know where she gets her over-indulgence from don't we (hint, hint, Scotch eggs).

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    1. Pat..they are not friends just acquaintances , but i do feel for them

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  9. I like mismatched posts. A peek at one of those everyday we all have.
    Sorry to hear about your old friends having to leave their village. Moving is hard at any age but when your older is can be especially sad.
    As for Meg, I hope she is feeling better. My Watson loves bread and especially pancakes !

    cheers, parsnip

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  10. A glimpse into life - some good, - some tasty - some oh well.

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  11. It is all part of life's rich tapestry, hope you have lots of cleaning products to hand for later on, poor Meg. I shudder to think what the end result will be.

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  12. Poor little Meg...
    The tart tasted good though, I'm betting!
    hughugs

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  13. Do we want to know what "neck a chicken" means?

    I get disgusted when I bake for hours and half of it doesn't turn out. Although if I had a dog to blame, maybe I wouldn't feel quite as bad!

    It must be difficult for your neighbours to make such a change in their lives, no matter how necessary.

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    1. Bob taught me to humanely kill the chickens,
      He then taught me how to prepare the carcass proberly

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    2. "humanely"?

      Hmm... Chickens may disagree on the meaning we apply to that word.

      (But yes, I do eat chicken.)

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    3. He did andrew and it was a privilege to watch
      Bob was so gentle and respectful of the hens he culled
      There was so stress involved , the birds didnt know what happened to them

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    4. Neither would I if someone came up behind me and respectfully hit me hard on the head with a hammer, but...

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    5. I thought it might mean that. I think Bob sounds like a good man, because someone has to do it and it's best to do it right, and it's good to pass on the knowledge and example to others as well.

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  14. LOLing out loud here at work; my co-workers want to know what's so funny.

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  15. That dahl doesn't look all sloppy like mine turns out. What's the recipe?
    Poor Meg - and poor you in the morning,
    How sad for Lola, leaving the place she's known as home all her life. What a wrench but all for the best, I'm sure.

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    1. Iola. I beg your pardon.

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    2. Andi

      Follow this
      http://www.bbc.co.uk/food/recipes/blackdal_89042

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  16. I think Bob may prefer the lentil dahl to the 'sat on' custard tart slices!

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    1. I left the custard " slice" ( also knownas wafer) on bob's doorstep

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  17. Ah, more dog shit. Great.

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  18. "A night of THE SHITS"...I also noticed that there was going to be a Conservative party political broadcast on the telly!

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  19. I love that your readers have the same sense of humour as you. They have all made me really laugh, now left with with Megs Dhal and arse custard or something like that on my mind.

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  20. John

    The custard pie looks like pizza pie. Maybe Meg should finish it off. The lentils look great.

    theresa

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    1. Theresa
      The lentils were lovely

      John

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  21. I'm still giggling about arse custard too, it's the school holidays, 9 year old boy's sense of humour is rubbing off on me. Who am I trying to kid, I'm the bad influence on him. I'm sure your arse custard tart will be appreciated x

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  22. Will someone come by Bob's doorstep and eat his slice?

    I don't know why that sounded bad, but it did. I guess the sick humor may be contagious.

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    1. Mshame on all you dirty women

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  23. Geez, John, you are a good cook!

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  24. Thanks for sharing the dal recipe.

    I hope the move goes well for Iola and her husband; it must break their hearts to leave.

    That naughty Meg, stealing tarts; I do hope her tummy isn't too upset.

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  25. I bet they taste good anyway, but oh I had to laugh at that last comment! :)

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  26. You could have taken those tart slices to your neighbour and told him it was pizza.

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