Well, there you are! Here is the rhubarb and apple betty I promised the farmer for lunch today - it was Lyndsey Bareham's recipe in The Times yesterday.
I did a very small first course (beans on toast with a poached egg on top) followed by this pud with custard. I am afraid it was far too rich for me. I have trained myself not to eat sweet food and this was sweet - also it has quite a bit of butter in it. The farmer loved it, so there is plenty left for him for the next two days. But, as I am sure you will agree, it certainly looks good.
Maybe I worked a bit of my helping off at our exercise class this afternoon - our tutor S took us out into the garden after the class and we all had a cup of tea sitting in the sun. There were two sorts of biscuits (the lady who usually makes lovely small cakes is quite poorly at the moment - we all sent her best wishes for a speedy recovery) and I am pleased to say that I even resisted the biscuits.
Tess was left with the run of the house yesterday afternoon when I went to see friend M for the afternoon. When I returned she greeted me very effusively - calling, wailing and crawling along on her stomach (most unusual) and I quickly found out the reason why. She had weed a large patch on the hall carpet. I attacked it immediately but I fear it will have left a stain. I had taken her for a walk before I went and had seen her do lots of wees - so I presume it was maybe the stress of being left alone (I quite often leave her when I go shopping etc). Whatever the reason, it now means I shall have to put her in her 'cage' when I go out without her. I take her whenever I can but there has to be a limit. I feel sorry for her because she is so ashamed. Has anyone any ideas about why she should suddenly do such a thing?
The air is full of the sounds of bird calls - curlews in the fields and cock pheasants in the garden are the loudest - but I can tell you that breeding is in full swing here.