Butter Fingers. (Or Post-Apocalyptic Skill #143)

When I was 11 my parents gingerly stepped onto the long winding path to self-sufficiency, with me caught up in the slipstream of their dreams. A goat or five installed here, a fistful of chickens sprouting up there. Another sliver of garden being dug up for veggies. A steaming compost heap or two adorned with …

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Welshie Buns

When I was little my Granny used to make a Simnel Cake each Easter. I remember her making the 11 toasted marzipan balls it's traditionally topped with (to represent the 12 disciples minus Judas) and secretly hoping she'd make 12 after all and give Judas' share to me... Marzipan seems to be like marmite - …

And home again.

Since I was away I've been very busy putting together different things for my fibre shop (amongst other things, the Shipwreck Build a Batt Box and Tea Garden collection I posted about recently). But I've also been doing things around the farm and home and attempting to get on top of the weeds and general …