So, it appears that our weekends since the move have been jam-packed! and this weekend was no exception. It is amazing how popular you get once you have a house. I started by busily making some curtains on friday from an unusual material…potato sacks! Bear with me. I had some creative lightbulb moment the week before and I admit it was a somewhat strange idea. I had an existing curtain and then attached twelve potato sacks to the curtain in different orders to creat a draught excluding curtain which looks a little bit retro mixed with country.
Well.. they will be a talking point no doubt! at least I didn’t sew my fingers to the sacks. I did have emergency gardening seeds just in case I needed to reuse the sacks for their original purpose. Always best to be prepared in the event that a disaster strikes.
It was then time to make some cakes for a Ceilidh that we were attending in the evening for my cousins charity Friends of Roshni, which is an extremely worthwhile cause and who do outstanding work in India.
I originally made lovely looking butterfly cakes. Queue a journey in the boot of Luke’s car and they transformed and became more like squashed caterpillar cakes.
Maybe no one noticed? I have made a mental note never to put cakes in the boot when Luke is driving. Ever. However, they were all sold so maybe I got away with it. Although they didn’t look half as good as the array of cakes on display for the rest of the cake sale but that worked in my favour in the end as I managed to procure a massive fruit cake and smiley faced chocolate biscuits. There was even a raffle as well and I sneakily exchanged a bottle of wine with my mum for some soap, I think she felt a bit outdone by.
There was lots of dancing , and being swung around, to fantastic live music much to my sister’s partners amusement who had never hear of a Ceilidh and had no idea it involved dancing. His bemusement waned somewhat as he was dragged onto the dance floor. Some may say the lack of warning was cruel, or possibly funny. He soon found his dancing feet as people of all ages galloped around the room ensuring that they didn’t run over any little ones who had escaped their parents clutches and were running free in between the dancers.
There was then a break from the dancing as, mainly the men, formed a huge pack to see who could roll a pound the closet to a bottle of whisky.
It was all very competitive, but good-natured, as everyone delved into their pockets to find any renegade pound coins and each pound that was rolled went straight to Roshni. The event was a huge success and was very well organised. Everyone was really enjoying themselves as they tried to work out dosey doe and promenade walks. Something, I fear, luke will never master. He became known as the man to avoid copying if you wanted to make it through the dance in one piece!
We then had guests on Saturday and the plan was a walk but this tuned into drinks by the fire, well it was cold and our guests had arrived with an armful of drinks and lovely flowers. Add that to the fruit cake my aunty made, with a cheeky bit of cheese, and it was lovely! This was then followed by a drink sat in a beer garden overlooking a flaming red winter sky with spirals of smoke dotted around from all the chimneys, perfect. It was then a trip to the local indian restaurant. However, we didn’t make it to our original destination as, when we were walking up a huge (ish) hill to our final destination a passerby enquired if we were going for a curry, we were then informed that the restaurant had been closed for the night. No it wasn’t fully booked with guests but with the border agency, who were conducted a swoop on the premises. Good job we hadn’t gone earlier although I did have images of lots of border agency officers kicking back and having a curry with a bottle of tiger but, somehow, I don’t think that was an accurate picture.
However, the second indian (yes Bollington has two!) still had space so we sat down to a huge amount of food! Luke was warned that a madras might be too spicy however he insisted he was used to very spicy food because of his time in Asia. Half way through his main course and as the beads of sweat dripped down his forehead the inevitable happened, he admitted defeat. Oh dear. I did think this might happen as he has been known to remove pepperoni from pizza when he has found them too hot. Therefore, I managed to get him a surprise pudding to help. This came in the form of the popular choice for children, a Plunky! I don’t think the waiter could contain his amusement as he brought it to our table and then left giggling to himself. It did seem to do the trick and we even got to keep the penguin. Now all I need is four more and I can use them for dinner parties? or maybe not..
Luke seemed quite content as he ate his ice cream to a chorus of ‘Do you feel lucky, well do you? Go ahead Plunky, make my day’. We them merrily ambled back to the cottage following an array or pretty solar lights.
After securing some fresh croissants after my run we had a lovely breakfast before our guests left. It was then time for Luke to don his pinny and make mother murray proud with his first sunday dinner in our house.
It was scrumptious and there was enough left to make a chicken soup afterwards. You just steam the carcass in veg and remove all bones before blending.
Perfect, this will keep us going for the week. Hopefully! now, what to do next weekend? another Plunky?