I had forgotten about My Naughty Little Sister, books I loved as a child and read them to my own! And trifle which was always my grandmother’s dessert of choice. She used to make me a special one that didn’t have cream, which I disliked as a child. And no one ever worried about we children eating the heavily sherries cake layer. Perhaps that’s why we liked it so much!
I’ve always adored trifle. Those unctuous layers and of course the custard. It sometimes makes a satisfying gloopy sound when you dig a spoon into the trifle dish. I loved those books - thanks for sharing them.
Marvellous. As you know, I am a fellow enthusiast, and will never turn down the chance to include a trifle in a book if it's at all possible. And thank you for the always welcome dose of X-Ray Spex
Ms. Styrene possessed many talents, but lip-synching was not among them. You've got my mind racing about all the possibilities of trifle-- especially the banana pudding recipe I love but haven't made in years, which I will now never *not* think of as a trifle. But I will not be putting hundreds and thousands on it-- they are an Agatha Christie agent of murder.
Used to love watching TOTP for the general cheese and awful lip synching. Some groups used to exaggerate their incompetence. I think The Clash refused to appear because they would only sing live. I'll be in Louisiana soon where I plan to go to the Piggly Wiggly for their little tubs of banana pudding.
I went to what I like to call Eudora Welty's Piggly Wiggly a couple of times a few years ago in Jackson, Mississippi (she lived down the street). It made me feel extra literary.
I have already plotted my route from PW to PW after we leave NOLA. My last visit was to one near Tuscaloosa where a maniac football mom totalled our car. ( It was homecoming.)
I had forgotten about My Naughty Little Sister, books I loved as a child and read them to my own! And trifle which was always my grandmother’s dessert of choice. She used to make me a special one that didn’t have cream, which I disliked as a child. And no one ever worried about we children eating the heavily sherries cake layer. Perhaps that’s why we liked it so much!
That is excellent grandparenting xx
Oh and thanks for the x ray specs reminder
My pleasure! It is such a great song
I’ve always adored trifle. Those unctuous layers and of course the custard. It sometimes makes a satisfying gloopy sound when you dig a spoon into the trifle dish. I loved those books - thanks for sharing them.
Only just catching up on my reading! Thanks so much for the mention. I love trifles and am now keen to dig into several of these! X
Thank you for such a gorgeous recipe xx
Marvellous. As you know, I am a fellow enthusiast, and will never turn down the chance to include a trifle in a book if it's at all possible. And thank you for the always welcome dose of X-Ray Spex
Absolutely my pleasure!
Ms. Styrene possessed many talents, but lip-synching was not among them. You've got my mind racing about all the possibilities of trifle-- especially the banana pudding recipe I love but haven't made in years, which I will now never *not* think of as a trifle. But I will not be putting hundreds and thousands on it-- they are an Agatha Christie agent of murder.
Used to love watching TOTP for the general cheese and awful lip synching. Some groups used to exaggerate their incompetence. I think The Clash refused to appear because they would only sing live. I'll be in Louisiana soon where I plan to go to the Piggly Wiggly for their little tubs of banana pudding.
I went to what I like to call Eudora Welty's Piggly Wiggly a couple of times a few years ago in Jackson, Mississippi (she lived down the street). It made me feel extra literary.
And I think you're totally right about The Clash!
I have already plotted my route from PW to PW after we leave NOLA. My last visit was to one near Tuscaloosa where a maniac football mom totalled our car. ( It was homecoming.)
I sometimes think the primary reason I could never live in the South is that I hate (American) football. It is practically a religion there.
It's incomprehensible to me. Cannot understand any of it
It's hours of boredom punctuated by mere seconds of excitement, served with a generous helping of traumatic brain injuries.