The Bluestocking - the one where the nights start to draw in

[Boiledbeetle]

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Settles down in the comfy chair by the fire.

I'm trying to remember things I was told were traybakes that were not - so far recall differences of opinion on slices of cheesecake, cream slices, cream meringues and butterfly buns. Possibly also apple tart.

Me too. I don't remember meeting anyone who said scohn until I went to university down south.

Or any of these?

Apologies that the conversation has moved on…

I daredn’t add a picture: you’ll have to go to the link, or imagine it. It’s pictures of somethings knitted or crocheted that women don’t have.

A butterfly bun and an apple tart are not traybakes. The very idea!! An apple slice on the other hand …

And don’t even start me on a cream horn. Up pump street. With maeve. 🤣🤣🤣

You have to log in to see it. I think maybe that's just as well!
Let's see, something that women don't have.... um... an obsession with football? an inability to notice rings left by mugs on worktops? better pay?😁

Hmmm. I moved from the west of the West Riding to West Lancashire at about the same time, and door does rhyme with claw to me, as in the well known and grammatically correct phrase, “Shut door, lass.”

Do door and dour sound the same to you, @NotAtMyAge ? I can only do that in mock-Newcastle.

An eminent Belfast architect insisted very insistently that they were!

A massive sense of entitlement? Not sure how you'd represent that in yarn though.

Knitting a massive sense of entitlement is tricky task, it's true, but on the basis of recent examples, my money is on Myrtle to be able do it😁

This thread is doing my heart good.

Yes, I agree! Over to you, @MyrtleLion.

Close, @MarieDeGournay but not quite, In that case I’ll have to risk a couple of photos. Which to choose from 190?

Goodness me! 😱😱😱

I am so making that crochet cock n balls

In my bit of heavily industrialised Lancashire, which was the heart of the cotton industry in the past, towns 10 miles apart could have recognisably different accents when I was a child. Door can never sound like claw because it has ends in r not w and doesn't have an a in it. I truly can't get my head round the idea those two words can be thought to rhyme. The phrase you use would only make sense in the old Lancashire dialect I remember my grandmother using with her cousins in the late 50s, when door would sound like dower.

As for your question, door and dour definitely don't sound the same to me. It's the difference between oh and oo, if that makes sense.

what on earth could be the rationale for thinking any of those items were traybakes?

I’m not sure if there’s a hard and fast definition but surely it’s the ‘tray’ part which matters? Whether it’s a melt then cool recipe or baked, isnt the key that it’s a shallowish tinful which is then cut into rectangles or squares?

I knew there was a reason why I am falling in love with you, @Taztoy! Please be mine, and bring alllll the baking with you.

I make a very good cheese scone. The secret is putting in far too much cheese - so much that the scone loses all structural integrity, and becomes a cheese slump. They are not pretty, but they are utterly delicious (she said, modestly). I don’t make them these days - too many carbs for a diabetic - but I think I’ll make some at Christmas. And I’m making a proper, boozy Christmas cake with home made marzipan and icing, and my Snowman and Snowdog figures on top. I’m not going to go bonkers over Christmas, but if I blow the diet a bit, I’m not going to worry.

I’m moving in with you @SDTGisAnEvilWolefGenius

I have a fab recipe I must dig out for a chocolate chip oatmeal cookie. It’s kinda healthy. It nearly has porridge in it.

I cut off the name/description of the pattern.
It’s “Penis Stress Ball” and it’s available ‘for free’.

Any complicated pattern which someone demands you make, saying ‘I’ll pay for the wool’, especially if they want several to give to others as Christmas presents from them.

Not exclusive to men, though.

Ehhh - thanks but no thanks, I'll take your word for it, ok?😬😁

This is one of those wide-ranging Blackstock-y conversations, isn't it - knitting, recipes, proposals of 'marriage' or more temporary arrangements, dialects, accents, and a touch of the outrageous😄

I had that. A friend wanted a blanket for her bed. Double bed. She thought she could give me a tenner and that would cover it.

Oxters is definitely Dorsetshire.