The Crepe Escape

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We were getting to the end.

Choc Raspberry cake is now out of the oven. It has risen nicely but looks a little more, er, brown than perhaps it should. Now where's that fudge camouflage icing recipe?

Bar of dark choc, 25g butter, tbsp of golden syrup. Melt and slosh over.

CV same scenario in our house! I think it would be better to tell him that he could earn the trip by putting things right... Off to pub soon so we will discuss!

And the fudgey icing is yum!

Brill, thank you, MI. I was just about to sift through the thread looking for it.

I'm with CV - warning before big punishments - then again I'm absolutely useless at this - I always threaten and never do anything. DS even told MiL once when I threatened to smack his bottom - it's alright she'll never do it.

I'm not sure about beards - I only like it with long hair and I think this is as a result of watching too many films with dwarves, elves etc. There is a very nice young man in Picard (french Iceland) who has long hair and beard and looks like an extra from some fantasy film. Then again there are three rather nice young men in there - I think the manageress has pretty good taste. Needless to say, my freezer is full

Cake is meant to be brown btw!

Cake now drizzled with brown fudgy stuff and duly Instagrammed by DD1.

Hatty - you cannot compare Picard with Iceland, you simply cannot. Picard is like Waitrose on Ice. Not a prawn ring in sight. I don't know how I am going to cope with it when I move back to London. Presumably by substituting Waitrose?

The cake sounds yummy. I may make it tomorrow. As I am surprisingly still in credit post holiday, we are going out for pizza tonight to the new local Italian, which used to be the best Lebanese in Paris.

Welcome back Mrs S - haven't been to Iceland in years but if I just say Picard nobody'll know what I'm on about. I'd be lost without it though;

MI we're now very nifty at the fudge icing. Went down a treat with the French kids at DS's birthday tea.

I included Picard in MI's sightseeing tour of Paris, Hatty. We cooed over the artichoke bottoms, the frozen herbs, the frozen grilled vegetables, the frozen mushroom selections, the sauces...

We're in the car on the way back from Gatwick. I think I have had the least restful and relaxed holiday of my life. We were looking after a nutty old cat who woke me up at 4.30am every morning yowling. If I didn't give it food at that point, it didn't get any quieter. Plus I ended up with a double dose of of dh's erstwhile SD and family and a shed load of historical stress which she dug up. Not my history, but all the crap that went down with dh and his first wife and her 4 kids (all astounding parasites, now in their 40s and 50s). Men.
However, dcs German lessons v successful. Bier gut and swimming in Danube also gut.

Strops, I had the most miserable year of my life in Vienna, but it was redeemed slightly by summer swimming in the Danube (did you do Alt or Neu?), and topfenstrudel. I went back for work before Christmas and all of my depression and angst came rushing back. Can you go on another holiday now to recover?

That "men" was supposed to be a "meh".:-)

Jeeezus, Stropps, that sounds appalling.

I am ignoring the grumpies and lolling on my bed with a pile of books (vg charity shop haul today plus sell-offs from local library) and a glass of cava kindly poured by DP who is producing burgers and chips for the various girls. I can hear them from up here. Am up to date on all the Y5 gossip. Anya's crush on Matty appears to have replaced Katy's crush on Matty, in case anyone was interested...

I bloody well never even got a strudel, MrsS. . It was the Alt and was one of the v hot days. Yes, I'm contemplating another holiday BY MYSELF. Although Vienna was v lovely, I didn't get much of a chance to enjoy it IYKWIM. Bloody frustrating.

Oh Stropps, what a shame - you so needed a bit of a relaxing and enjoyable time. And no strudel!

I quite fancy a holiday by myself too.

Note to self - don't wear white jeans while making/eating chocolatey cake. It was very nice (in the middle), but the fudge icing couldn't hide the taste of singed cake-crust.

I liked Vienna. I was there for a few days while InterRailing as a student, but managed to lose my passport, so had to make a mercy dash to the embassy. I remember being quite overcome by the English-ness of the place (pictures of cricket and the Queen on the wall) that I burst into tears of homesickness and cried on the nice ambassador's shoulder. I went back on a business trip in the late 1990s and the dizzy travel agent booked me into the Hotel Sacher by mistake. My suite room had cherubs painted on the ceiling and a bathroom the size of a tennis court, and every night my bed was turned down with a giant Sachertorte on the pillow in place of the usual chocolate.

Oh me too girls. Holiday alone would be bliss. I actually spent today dreaming of same having gone down a list of friends who might be interested in coming with me and deciding that alone would infinitely better.
Dd and dh went out this morning to some Greenpeace thingy and I had the hoose to myself for 4 hours before work . It was BLISS. I can't even explain why !
But dh has been off sick for 3 months now and has mostly been stuck to the sofa . I suddenly realised I'm sick looking at him I know that's awful , but I'm so ruddy bored with being a hotelier

Welcome back Stropps and mrs s.
At stepchildren
At skinflint friends

Oh Stropps that sounds dreadful - poor you! Yes, to a holiday alone!
MrsS are these your usual skintflint friends, or a different set?

We finally got some one in to quote for boiler (first step on the way to the bathroom) ...... I also got some more herbs and have made further inroads on the garden.

Have decided we need to find something energetic for ds to do as he can't sit still and drives us all mad.

Aagh - I think I've got a mouse behind the skirting board. Scratching in the bedroom all night - of course DH says leave it and it'll go away. It was not him that was kept awake.

Actually just been upstairs and found an enormous dying beetle in front of the skirting board where I heard the scuffling. I'm crossing fingers it was that.

Stropp's I'm sorry your Holiday was so fraught.

I'm hoping to get a good night's sleep tonight before the Eurostar early tomorrow morning.

I'm totally confused (nothing new here then) but what is this thread's theme. I want to join the convo with all you lovely people, but don't understand what it is about.

The overall theme is, essentially, er, sort of S&B for those of us staggering into our late 40s/50s..do join us!

Don't forget my thread title suggestion of the Crepes of Froth (on phone again).

Definitely me then! And definitely staggering (or crawling on hands and knees at times) ... every joint hurts today so feeling nearer 80.