Dogs have always been a part of my life. We started off small, with Yorkshire Terriers - fiesty little critters who were surprisingly robust and happy to wrestle.....and then the most unbelievable Lhasa Apso who was really a person in a dog suit. A very small person in a very small dog suit. And then a small Alsatian called Sally, whom I rehomed from my workplace at the PDSA(occupational hazard, working with animals means that you end up giving a home to at least one abandoned wee soul).
It has long been my intention to rehome a greyhound. Elegant, quiet and profoundly lazy this is the breed of dog for me.
This is Juno's ginger fudge recipe. It's from when she attended a group in the neighbouring village called The Young Wives. Given that she's now 76, I think it's fair to say that she's had this a loooong time :-)
2 packets of Ginger Snap biscuits (crushed) <- use a processor for best results
2 teaspoons of dried ginger
1 cup and a wee bit more of brown sugar <- technical, right?
1/4lb of butter
1 large tin of condensed milk
1 pack cooking chocolate
Crush the biscuits and add the ginger to the mix.
Into a pan put butter, sugar and condensed milk- bring to boil slowly, stirring all the time. Don't go away and leave it! Let it boil for about 2 minutes.
Take off heat and mix thoroughly with crushed biscuit/ginger mix. Tip into tray-bake type tray and press into place and even off the top.
When cool, cover top with melted chocolate.
As cooling, mark out into SMALL squares or even triangles - it is VERY sweet and small portions will suffice.
Juno also points out that it's better to make it thinner (ie use a larger, rather than a deeper, tray)
I have no pictures of the ginger fudge squares because they are all eaten
So I went up to mothers, having farmed sonshine out to my Day Carer and the Grass Fairy for a couple of nights. What a difference it made to me knowing that he was ok and not watching someone's ipad under the covers until 3am before school....
Arrival at the house was fine - got the heating on and the water switched on. Then my mum's neighbour and I headed off to pick up two perching stools and a loo seat with handles. After a bit of dicking about (where we were left hovering in a hallway surrounded by No Entry signs) a wee man came with the stuff. I signed a form. We stood looking at each other. 'Is that it, then?' I asked after a bit. 'Aye,' he replied before disappearing back through the swing doors and into whatever strange Santa's Grotto it is that they make these things.
So, my mother went to visit my brother and his wife in sunny Birmingham. They went for a day out to Ludlow and whilst walking down a cobbled street (no doubt looking in a shop window!) my mother lost her footing and tumbled to the ground like a sack of spuds.