So we had Jude's cakes last night.
They're named after the person who gave me the recipe and should not be confused with St Jude's biscuits (if such a thing exists). My cooking is sometimes dodgy but it's rare that it's a totally lost cause. (In case you don't know, Jude is the patron saint of lost causes.)
My uncle and aunt called their house St Jude's. They had a son who was, what was called in those days, spastic. Auntie Audrey was a devout Roman Catholic and they made several pilgrimages to Lourdes with Huw. It always seemed sad that they should name their house thus.
6 comments:
Nom nom! please post me some leftovers.
can you add spinach and send me some!!!
your comment really made me laugh, thanks :0)
Leftovers?! You must be joking.
Certainly, hippymama!
Those Greedy god squadders!
Dad you mean!
I just write a post about my new diet and come here... you are a temptress woman posting such pictures on the internet there should be some kind of warning on your site about the content you put up... :-)
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