|The Rabbit's Christmas Party. |
Thinking and remembering.
|The Christmas cake in my mind's eye.|
What was I thinking?
|Glycerin and Vaseline|
It took MGG two trips to the pharmacy, but I got my glycerin!
The glycerin brought on another bout of nostalgia; I remembered my mother.
My mother swore by glycerin and rosewater, to smooth and soften chapped hands, dare I send MGG back to the pharmacy a third time for rosewater?
I have the glycerin, surely it can't be too difficult to cook up some homemade glycerin and rosewater, I must remember to ask Mr. Google about that.
|Glycerin & Rosewater|
Old remedies are often the best remedies.
I swear I can smell this stuff.
|Fluffy royal icing.|
What I was aiming for, not what I achieved.
Make sure it's extra thick this time.
And that is all I have to say about it, It's a Christmas cake.
Not exactly what I had in mind.
|My breakfast for the next three months|
In Yorkshire, the tradition is to eat Christmas cake with Wensleydale cheese,
I substituted this for Greek graviera.