Easter Chocolate Dessert

How was your Easter or Passover, if you celebrate? We had a quiet but pleasant Easter. It was five of us at our house for lunch.


we like our gravy!   The puffy thing is a Yorkshire pudding.  The meat is in a bowl top left waiting to be served

 Often the weather is reasonably hot at Easter but this year it was  chilly. I debated a bit with myself on what to wear and ultimately chose a simple formula that worked for looking slightly dressed up but warm whilst being casual enough for the kitchen preparations.  


Mr Him cooked roast pork and trimmings and I made an apple and rhubarb crumble using ingredients from the freezer and cupboards so I was pleased with the economy. 

Miss 23, made an Oreo dessert.  She likes to make the video recipes that flash up on Facebook but I have linked a YouTube below for you.  It was funny hearing Miss 23 say 'it looks like its meant to!'  Don't we all feel that when it turns out right, haha.




This dessert was yummy and with the melted chocolate topping of dark chocolate it had a chocolate torte sort of  flavour. You know, that rich bitterness.  She will make it again.  I'll make sure of that.  Here's the recipe for your files.  It is a video recipe.




This is an abridged version. If you wish to see the full post including outfit ideas pop over to here

Introducing the Continental Drift Linkup blog hop



Wecome to our Continental Drift linkup! The reason we decided to have a dabble at a link up was that we thought that there are so many genre of bloggers out there that we could learn from that we decided to gather a knowledge and lifestyle share in one place once a month. On the first of the month we will host the Continental Drift. 


The concept for myself and my fellow hosts ( Bojana , Sydney Shop Girl ) is that we, the hosts, write a post about our life or life in general on our continent/Country/state over the past month and our favourite thing from the month. You as a linker can post on any family friendly topic that you like be it DIY, cooking, sewing, crafts, lifestyle, de-cluttering, RVing across Mexico or Alaska, moving house, fashion, style, beauty, make up. Your hosts to this linkup come from UK, Canada and Australia. 


Well, I'm from the UK so it falls upon me to write on my life here.  March has been the month when the cold war seems to have started once again. We are living a John Le Carre novel. The news every single day features the latest update on the poisoning of the former Russian spy and his daughter. 



Now I am sure that you have not delved into my blog for the life and times of James Bond or George Smiley so let's quickly move on but I would be interested to know whether this is in your daily news. 

Early March saw southern England, where I live, first see winter this year. Goodness knows why we are so out of sync but finally I was able to get into those warm jumpers and boots and kick that fluffy white stuff around a bit. Yes we had the arrival of the Beast from the East, and no, she is not the Beast from the East.  



The Beast from the East was not the poisoning episode either however apt.  It is the fond name we gave a snow storm that came from Siberia at the beginning of the month. 
It was my perfect opportunity to carry a kettle outside, which of course has to be done! 



March also sees Mothering Sunday in the UK or known more commonly now as Mother's Day. Yes we have to be different don't we! Now Mother's day brings me back to the beginning of this story, Zizzi, for wasn't it in Zizzi that John Le Carre re-visited started in March in the UK!

My oldest  daugher decided to take me out to lunch for Mothers Day and booked the Zizzi Mother's Day special (goodness there could be bad taste jokes galore, but I will refrain.)   One of my reader's the lovely Pouting Pensioner was quite horrified that I was in Zizzi a week after it's name was all over the news but then realised it was a chain of restaurants.





I also took my mother out for lunch so I am wrapping those two events as one for my favourite thing.  It was special to be taken out by my daughter of course but equally special was taking my mother out.  She has Neutropenia which is a non-existant immune system so as she says a cold could kill her in a week. She was very depressed after the diagnonsis and lived in bed.  I organised social care once a day for her and that motivates her to get up and dressed and so on every day.  So for her to enjoy a meal out and glass of wine is special.   




Mother's Day in the UK is actually Mothering Sunday and 3 weeks before Easter.  It is the day that apprentices and servants were allowed home to visit their mothers in centuries past.  I understand that before that it was a day for visiting the 'Mother Church' but we are going back to the 16th century. 

Now please do follow each of your hosts Bojana , Sydney Shop Girl and Mutton Style  on at least one platform (Instagram, Twitter or blog)and comment on their blogs.  It would be great if you could read and comment on the blog above yours in the link up.  You might make a new friend. 

Please do pop over to see how Bojana , Sydney Shop Girl have spent March on their continent.


Mr Him enjoys a Curry

Dear reader

I feel your pain (actually judging by the pics later we may all think Mr Him's in pain) and understand you are missing the hero of my tales.

So without further ado I give you Mr Him enjoying a curry, really enjoying a curry.  Yes, I was open to bribary and begging to post these (he begged me.)  Finally I gave in.


Phew, i;m feeling a burning sensation

Yes, the flavour is hot

very hot

really hot...this hot

oh dear

how do I explain this!

Now on to my Christmas preparations.  I have been writing a few Blogmas posts so click on the links and enjoy with a large coffee, they are long.

Blogmas Part One and we go to Brighton  and video here

Blogmas part 2 in which we choose a tree  and making cheese here on video

Blogmas part 3 in which i shop

Blogmas Part 4 in which I don't relax ...yet

The Wrong Hotels

Dear reader

 I've had a busy month. Grab a coffee, tea, beer or wine.  This is a long one.
 First there was a black tie dinner at the wrong hotel then there was a visit to Geneva at the wrong hotel.  

Someone buy me a map.  

I was all spruced up in my finery, shoes were heels, bag was tiny and dress was sparkly.  I googlemapped and navigated that little arrow as I  wandered up and down roads and across parks for 45 minutes when finally the arrow settled and I was in front of big revolving doors, a footman, a big sweeping staircase and welcoming bright lights.




 
My coat was concierged.  Time to grab a champers.  Except there wasn't any.  In fact on close inspection of various rooms there was no dinner!

I asked reception waving my invite vigoursly as I spoke.  'You've got the wrong hotel.' Was the response.  How many Grosvenor hotels are there in London? Well 2 it turns out. 
At this point I debated giving up but I was persuaded that the other Grosvenor was a ten minute taxi ride.  I had 25 minutes to get there and seated.  





I did. And it's aswell as I was on the main table! Me! Your little Anna. 







 I conversed confidently with a marathon running dancing celebrity TV  MP on my achievements jogging.  He asked how far I'd got. 5 I said proudly.  '5 miles', he asked.  'No, 5 minutes ' I replied.  Luckily that was the end of that conversation as he rose to give the after dinner speech.




As for the wrong hotel in Geneva.  Here's how that goes. My colleague and I boarded the plane.  



We conversed on whether we'd be in a cupboard again a la Oslo, we had a g&t at the thought of it. 




We looked at the Alps flypast. 








We landed and found the free shuttle to our hotel.  Not bad.  We wheeled suitcases to reception.  We were told 'You've got the wrong hotel.'  'You're in the budget hotel down the road.' Colleague and I looked at each other. That look said ' of course, we would be wouldn't we.'



As it happens this budget hotel was comfortable, clean, modern.  Once again hangers on a wall for a wardrobe, big shower room but this time room enough to swing a poncho. My bedroom was a double and my bed had a ladder! Yes there was another bed above.  Choices choices. Where to sleep? 

My colleagues and I wandered the streets of Geneva 









and found a traditional French bistro. We ordered 






and tucked into that superficial amicable business social conversation along with our food.  You know the safe sort.  Except I opened my mouth. Addressing my colleague from San Francisco I asked 'are you into Stranger Things' . Well he answered that no he hadn't seen it.  Colleagues around the table were bemused.  The lady opposite me almost choked as she couldn't  believe a) that  I'd asked him if he was into strange things and b) that he didn't look shocked.  She told me later that she'd wondered if id had too much to drink. 


The conference went well.  My 3 fellow speakers and I decided to celebrate with a beer at Geneva airport. A half pint beer without bubbles in I  asked them to get me.  Simple you'd think.  No. 'Without bubbles' the fellas chorused.  'You want us to ask for a beer without bubbles' 'What do you mean beer without bubbles.' 

I found a table hoping those questions would go away.  They returned with my half of beer. ' 'We got bubbles.  It was hard enough making the bar staff understand half pint let alone no bubbles. ' they said.


We I then decided we had to have a momento selfie.  Have you tried getting 4 into a selfie around a wide table perched on bar stools? It doesn't work, as you can see. It causes faces to be scribbled out!  Yes, I am in hysterics as you can see from my crinkled eyes.



And the YouTube video which shows flying throught the Alps and a bit of Geneva night life.

Catch Up On November

Dear reader

I have had such a busy month that there isn't time to blog on Mr Him.  Never mind, lets leave him behind as I tell you what I have been up to.

Sadly first of all my father died.  This was expected for several years and so is taking its time to sink in.  I still cannot believe it.  Colleagues are surprised that I am at work but as I told them that by speaking for 5 minutes here and there to several people in the office it lets the grief out in dribbles. If I was at home I would distract myself and not talk about it.  At least at work people ask me and so I talk.  There are hugs too.

Christmas will be hard. In some ways I want to create new routines but the girls don't as our routine is Xmas to them.  Its what they expect.

Well, other than that I have been on the London eye with 3 other lifestyle bloggers and felt left out due to not having the right boots.. see here and there are pics of the Thames and London from above so do have a read.


Dear reader,  I'm sorry that you are having to borrow posts from my other blog but my father's death has taken its toll on my ability to write in the way that you are used to, for the time being.  I would like to say a special thank you to Mary the Pouting Pensioner who offered me a room whilst my mother was ill and to Stephanie of Hastings Battleaxe who has helped me to find a suitable location  for the wake and recommended a florist.  

It is moving that as a blogging community that we become true friends when in need.




Two Have a Breakdown

Dear reader 

On Saturday Mr Him and I set off to meet with Mary and her husband. The day was of 2 halves.  Our blogs were to be of 2 adventures followed by a joining up at lunchtime. Mary was going to go to visit Rudyard Kipling's house and I was to have a breakdown and then we'd meet for a nice lunch and Vino and be driven by husbands.  

Our part went to plan.  Just 15 minutes from our destination (Batemans)  our car broke down in the middle of Storm Brian thereby causing Mr Him to become a hero. This is something that I like to let him do now and then and gives him a story to tell over lunch, and that, of course, was my plan. 

Mr Him called out the AA. I called Mary. We had a bet on who would be most useful.  Having summoned Mary for a lift to the  pub for lunch from the car park in which  we were stranded I declared my call to Mary was the most useful.  

However, thirty minutes later the AA turned up and ' fiddled' with our car. We were off again.  I called Mary to abandon pick up and meet us at the pub. As the  AA escorted us to the pub to make sure the car was now working   Mr Him declared himself the winner.  His call was most useful.




The pub that I found by chance was a little gem from the 13th century.  It was rather like entering  Brigadoon in that it didn't appear on Mary's Sat Nav nor TripAdvisor.  As anyone trying to find Brigadoon would do Mary obtained directions from a hairdressers shop. (I had obtained directions from a bakerery shop.) 







I ate a hearty beef and ale pie. 





I drank a hearty wine  (glass)


Mr Him had a hearty fish and chips






I drank another hearty wine (glass) and then being heartily 'stuffed' we shared desserts in our couples.  Mr Him and I had a rum bread and butter pudding with icecream. 


As usual we had a darn good chinwag and not much talk on blogging.  We talked of life in general. I always very much enjoy my meetups with Mary, my older twin by blah years, and her husband.  



Im looking for the return of Storm Brian.  



Pop over to see Mary's day here  and visit my video of my breakdown here on YouTube. 

Historical, not, Sites


Dear reader, last week not only saw me entertaining by bar stool leapage but I also showed my Kenyan colleague what he kept calling historical sites, not hysterical sites please note.  All well and good and very  kind of me, wasn't it to show him these 'historical' sites! Well, yes except these sites were Martian burrowing cylinders, time machine clocks and Martians. 

I kept explaining that they weren't in fact histortorical but I think something was lost in translation!  I suspect he will have some interesting stories to tell of England, the Martians and time travel. Just thank goodness he wasn't visiting during our draft apocalypse!

I have written before here (ckick on link on here) of the role of the town that  I work in had in The War of the World's but many of you weren't readers then so do click on the link to see more.

To whet your appetite here are some pics I took last week of 'historical sites'. There are no bar stool leaping hysterical sites.



A martian looms over the town

this sneaked in and is historical in the context of Status Quo

Time machine clock in a pub.  The outer circle is books

Easter Chocolate Dessert

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