Boo, the baker

Boo has suddenly started cooking: LOML and I went out a week ago to take the dogs to the dog park, and to check on the status of the new-stove-to-be: when we returned, the house was fragrant with the aroma of pancakes: Boo had decided to make them for her and for Skibo.  A couple of days later, she decided that waffles were the order of the day, then -- get this -- scones.  And the scones in particular were impressive.   They are not something I've had much success with, so colour me

Yours, parentally proud,
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New stove

As a Christmas present this year, I was given a new gas stove: the old one didn't work right (burners wouldn't ignite without a lighter, the broiler wouldn't reach a decent temperature, one of the burners wouldn't light at all, etc) and we decided it was time for a replacement.  The old one had lasted 20 years, so it worked out to about pennies a day --- a worthwhile expenditure, especially since a good friend was willing to chip in too.
It's been transformative --- the high-power burner is so much more effective than on the old stove that it has changed my appreciation of deep-frying --- two days later I almost have chips down to perfection: crispy texture with fluffy interior, just like Mum used to make.

Yours, knowing that a bad workman blames the tools, I'm choosing to praise them!
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