Most sensible bloggers headed off towards their Bank Holidays weekends yesterday with their computers switched off and their trapezius muscles following shortly thereafter.
Unfortunately, I have about two weeks of blogging to catch up on and footwear to save so expect to hear more from me this weekend.
Last week I didn’t write or sleep very much at all due to presentations and lectures and so on. When I did write it was entirely work related. When I slept it was fitfully and full of powerpoint presentation images.
This week my husband tidied up our hard drive at home while I was at work to try to make the Internet go faster. In doing so he deleted a large number of the boot and shoe photos that we had taken during the fortnight that I was not blogging. The internet remained slow because we’d reached our monthly download limit. Now I was also missing some good photos for the blog.
There were two Easter traditions in our house when I still lived with my parents – compulsory consumption of Cadbury’s Creme Eggs with morning tea and compulsory consumption of hot cross buns for afternoon tea. To burn off the extra calories so consumed these days I’d have to do triathlon training. Being lazy, I just don’t consume these things. Also, eating milk chocolate made in these parts for some strange reason makes my teeth ache which helps my willpower in relation to Creme Eggs no end.
There is nothing more delicious, however, than a hot, hot cross bun and last week I had a craving and most of what I needed to make the buns in the cupboard. I thought that it would cheer me up.
Once kneaded, we left the dough to rise.
We left it for quite a while.
I started to work on a blog post which, due to our lumberingly slow internet connection was lumpy and uncomfortable work. Photos took 5 minutes to upload. The spinning beach ball of death appeared often on my screen.
About 8.00 pm I decided that, after the boot reshoot and the blog travails that, despite the dough not haven risen much at all, I now really REALLY needed to eat a hot cross bun. So I balled and baked them.
They turned out like this….
Buns of steel. Or concrete.
It’s not a good idea to eat after 9.00 pm though, right?
To make matters worse, I have been completely unable to find the brand of these boots. All I know is that there is a numeral one inside a circle stamped inside and the boots have leather uppers, soles, insoles and were made in Italy.
If anyone has a good link to a cast iron (pardon the pun) hot cross bun recipe, please let me know below. I am going to try again this weekend. Recent stories of baking disasters would also be appreciated to cheer me up.