I got home after work around 8.20 am
I am off for a sleep but thought I'd share my first surreal
village moment of the day.
Thanks to the person who treated the sheep to an early morning treat before
I returned to Trelawnyd.
As I pulled up I saw Irene and Sylvia happily munching their way through
two iced fingers.
That is one of many things that we shall never have here. (dust storm today}.
ReplyDeletePampered indeed!
ReplyDeleteThey like sweet stuff, huh? I didn't know.
ReplyDeletelol, last time i had an iced finger didnt taste how i remember them from old school days,pitty! xx
ReplyDeleteFinger Buns!! With fondant icing!
ReplyDeleteOut here we call them finger buns and finding any with fondant icing is very hard. These days they're all soft icing sprinkled with coconut. I prefer the fondant and the buns must be eaten cut in half lengthways and spread with real butter.
It's the only way to eat them !
DeleteJohn, when I saw the photograph I thought your obsession had gone from Scotch eggs to Iced fancies! What relief - it is Irene and Sylvia.
ReplyDeletethat looks dee-lish! what a treat for the sheepies!
ReplyDeleteif Irene and Sylvia leap over the gate and run away up the lane heading for Sunny Rhyl, you will know that the iced buns were laced with cocaine.
ReplyDeleteIced Finger just sounds so rude to me ...... but that probably says something about me John !!!! XXXX
ReplyDeleteThere is something so British about such pastries.
ReplyDeleteI had iced fingers this morning too! That's what you get walking the dogs when it's minus 4 and you've got holes in your gloves.
ReplyDeleteI bet you wish they'd saved them for you!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds good to me but I wonder if it's something you mind your sheep having.
ReplyDeleteI don't believe I have heard of iced fingers, and was wondering if we have anything of the sort. Which made me think of bear claws (not at all the same, but a sweet pastry nonetheless) and that made me think of bears and that ... Well, never mind.
ReplyDeleteSA WEET
ReplyDeleteEven the sheep are loved in the Village
ReplyDeletePeople often take stale bread to feed the ducks on the pond, not usually iced fancies to feed the sheep at the Ukrainian village!
ReplyDeleteWe had iced fingers for school break, but we called them greased rats!
ReplyDeleteGosh don't tell the sheep in our field that yours get iced fingers .... they'll be up the A55 before you can say 'breaded treats'......
ReplyDeleteWow. I wish someone would give me a iced treat! :)
ReplyDeleteDo you ever worry that the animals might be given something that would harm them, John? How strange to think that a grass-eating animal would enjoy iced fingers!
ReplyDeleteMaybe I should take a few up on to the Moor next time I walk up there.
Do you ever have your sheep sheared John?
ReplyDeleteI have to get something to eat now.
ReplyDeleteI might have been tempted to make them share!
ReplyDeleteWell, that's better than human fingers, isn't it? Unless the iced fingers were....
ReplyDeleteOoh childhood memories, M&S pink iced buns with raspberry jam inside. In packs of six. Hell, I was a greedy child!
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