I’m very excited to announce that this week we have begun to see a teeny bit of daylight post 5pm. That’s right, daylight after 5pm. Let’s forget about the halcyon days back in the summer where I would sit in the garden till after 10pm listening to Sara Cox and Sounds of the 80’s on a Saturday night with wine, we must celebrate daylight after 4pm.
Optimism is in the air. I have been for a run every day this week bar today, I have managed to eat as little rubbish as my will power will allow. If I can put it in this context, I today bought a share bag of malteasers and have not eaten them all. I repeat, I didn’t eat them all. This is unheard of.
My weak point was eating Bakewell tart every day.
But what can I say, if you bake it, you eat it. I also played about with a rhubarb and custard cupcake, using a vanilla sponge, a rhubarb conserve filling with a custard buttercream. Can I ask a question- how come when you chuck a sponge together and play about at 7pm on a Sunday as your other half is watching a telly programme you aren’t bothered about you manage the perfect sponge. When I was paying so little attention I have no idea what it was I did to achieve sponge as light as air. It was a rush job really but totally fantastic. And I bet it will never be repeated. Damn it.
That my Sunday night cupcakes are a weekly highlight shows how it’s a slow week in Adam world. Saturday was fabulous, heading to The Depot Bakery, a new operation on Arundel Street. Marianne had been waxing lyrical about a Passion Fruit doughnut she had at Steam Yard. She couldn’t praise it more. It was like she had had a religious experience. Knowing that the deities behind this were opening their doors to the public, we headed down.
Where I was introduced to the Passion Fruit doughnuts.
Taste of summer in a sugary shroud. Honestly, couldn’t rave about it more.
Weirdly tho, made me a bit sad we have to wait so long for summer. The Depot is a massive industrial unit with a commercial bakery and an open space used for events and this pop up weekend retail bakery. It’s not on a street you would usually head to, so word of mouth is vital for its success (Arundel St if you are in Sheffield), and its a big open space. This is great, unless like Saturday it was a bitter cold day and you are wearing 8 layers. You kinda long for the warmth of central heating, to take my hat off and gloves and scarf and enjoy the warmth. Instead I was sat on a converted palate in a factory unit freezing my balls off, which would be wonderful in summer but right now was a tad bleak.
But it all adds to the optimism that these light nights bring. Come spring and summer, more Saturday morning flat whites and baked goods. What more could I ask for?
In other news, everyone hates the Archers, but I’ve just found it and love it. Tonight’s was weak, with Jim arguing with Robert about twitching, but I do adore it. Poor Lillian. And I hate Kate. And Helen is a nightmare. She doesn’t care about Ambridge Organics does she. I think I like the familiarity of it, and best of all it’s only 15 minutes a day. Corrie is a 3 hour a week commitment these days. I don’t have the time!
Right, must go to bed. Exhausting week. Must be my newly found running mojo- sparked by my recent John Candy-esque waist expansion. But I’ll fight it like a dog!!!!
Night folks. I’ll blog soon x
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