Tuesday, March 01, 2011

How can you lose a griddle?

It was my granny's griddle and it was a heavy lump of metal. I last saw it before we had the kitchen refitted. I was sure I'd moved it to a safe place but if I have it's so safe I can't find it. We can only assume that, somehow, it got thrown out by the workmen.

So I finally gave up this morning and went and bought a new one. It's only about a quarter of the thickness of the original and takes a bit of adjusting to. (Hence the burnt welshcakes.)





But you've got to have welshcakes on St. David's Day. And may I wish a happy day to all Welsh men and women everywhere.

5 comments:

Dragonstar said...

I have two griddles. One was my Mum's and one was my Gran's. I have stringently resisted every attempt to get rid of them. They were made by (I think) my Gran's brother. I found one of them being used under the jack in the garage once! Nothing works as well as a good thick iron planc.

Liz said...

Sacrilege, dragonstar!

katney said...

Oh, so sorry about your Granny's griddle. Such treasures are to be appreciated and hopefully you will eventually discover that safe place. I have a lot of things put in safe places. How can there be that many safe places in one house?

The cook at the first school I taught at made Welshcakes for breakfast every couple of weeks. I am too late to make them for today, but hmm.....

Gledwood said...

hey a nice glass of limoncello would go VERY nicely with those welshcakes... yeah?!

get George to woof down to Simi in Sicily, yeah?!

Leslie: said...

Did you check under the bed for the old griddle? lol