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Sunday Scribblings: Recipe

The first step’s the same in all cultures and lands
When cooking, to start with, you must wash your hands
Then preheat the oven to one-eighty C
(If gas is your thing then mark 4 it should be)
Two baking sheets needed, or one if it’s large
Just grease up the tins with some butter or marg
Then once you’ve completed this basic routine
Next weigh out 6 ounces of soft margarine
The same weight of sugar, a brown one not white,
Then cream them together til fluffy and light
The mixture at this point is yummy to eat
Just fat mixed with sugar, so soft and so sweet
Then into this fusion an egg you should whisk
(Don’t taste it hereafter as raw egg’s a risk)
Cue self-raising flour, 6 ounces you add
This mix now needs flavour, it’s time to go mad
If you can imagine it, try it and see
Try essence- vanilla or almond maybe
Think whisky or brandy, yes, just a wee dram
Or chunks of plain chocolate, use one hundred grams
Perhaps you want walnuts, or coconut shred
Or subtract some flour, use cocoa instead
Some people find currants and raisins ideal
With orange or lemon, the juice and the peel
Whatever concoction your mind can invent
There’s some combinations are true heaven sent
(And if there are some that you really screw up
Then those are the ones you can feed to the pup)
Now once you have added the things you prefer
Then take up your spoon, give it all a good stir
Place spoonfuls of mixture upon your greased tins
And bake in the oven for just 15 mins
If golden, remove them to cool, and you’ve made
Confections to leave shop-bought cakes in the shade
And others will praise them to highest degree
Though you’ll know they’re easy as easy can be

An Important Sunday

The streets are all empty of cars
The church pews today are deserted
The people are packed into bars
Emergency crews all alerted

What business can cause such a fuss?
What issue obsseses the nation?
The question on all lips is thus:
Can Palace avoid relegation?


Written this morning, before the match, but posted afterwards. A very exciting game ended in a 2-2 draw, which was all Crystal Palace needed to avoid relegation. Now all we need is a new owner...

Emily Bronte Cento

A cento is a patchwork poem, in this one every line is from a different poem by Emily Bronte.

Warm and bright on Arden’s lake
How beautiful the earth is still
Tonight there is no wind to wake
And curb my own wild will

Thought followed though, star followed star
I see Heaven’s glories shine
It seemed close by and yet more far
And they, perchance, heard vows of mine

Well, let them fight for honour’s breath
Thy love I will not, will not share
Time stands before the door of Death
To banish joy and welcome care

In life and death a chainless soul
But sorrow withers even the strong
A flood of strange sensations roll
Whispering, “Winter will not linger long”